I hate love almost as much as I love it.

Pain. So much pain. How much pain can I possibly cause? Am I doing any good? Is anything I do good?

I am tempted to shove this down, but I know it will resurface.
I only want to do more good than I do ill.
I only want to create more than I destroy.

"Loving someone can't really hurt them." Those are my words. Do I really trust that because I believe it is true, or just because I once said it in order to reassure someone else that it was?