This is going to sound sort of contrary to the point here, but when I read it, I just loved it. Love can often be a bittersweet thing, and people in love are subject to vulnerabilities some are just not comfortable with. Even so, it can't always be avoided. I think that's the beauty of love. You feel it whether you want to or not. Enjoy!
Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you up and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
~Rose Walker in Sandman: The Kindly Ones by Neil Gaiman
Today, I love culture, art, music, and especially the written word. If not for all these things, my life would be incredibly boring.