I read somewhere that "love takes hostages." It's true. Once it grabs you, blindfolds you from the world around you; the ransom is your heart. But this is America and America doesn't negotiate with terrorists. Love is a risk. It's like telling a stranger what's your kryptonite; it's deadly.
But life is never without risk, never without doubt, and fear. If life was forever happy, then it would be boring. Even though the bad sucks, it puts life into context and context helps us appreciate simply living.
Good night Malory, sweet dreams.