She could have had whatever she wanted from me, and destroyed me.

Love is very dangerous. It requires more trust than most are willing to give. To bare your secrets. To bare your soul. To admit your price.

You see the results all too often – “(s)he treated me like dirt and I was happy to accept it.”

The net? Most folks are looking for advantage. Which puts the folks in love at a serious disadvantage. Gibran had the answer “love anyway – pay the price”.

Or that old guy: ’tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’.