Because I want to be a person who you look at and decide I’m too decent for you to be so cruel to. That my passion for the little things, gentle beings, the abundant love in the universe will shine so bright that your pain, cruelty and manipulation don’t have power in my space. Maybe you have to fight fire with fire… Because love, my love, isn’t enough to quench your desire for destruction. This is where my pain lives – because I don’t just assume that you are mean and cruel and I’m a victim in the wake of your destruction, no. I sit there and think that I didn’t permeate enough kindness, love and grace through the situation; that I didn’t show you enough love to change your mind, change your heart.