Once upon a time, love was considered as the highest crown
one could receive from another human being. Well, it’s still is though in
different versions these days. Acts of kindness, affection, and so forth could
be argued to be a sign of love, couldn’t be far from the truth.
With love comes a certain vulnerability that exposes our
deepest fears, failures, past trauma that we hide from the rest of the world
with ‘big confident smiles.’ This information could be lethal if it falls into
the wrong hands or, in this case, the wrong person. My expression of ‘handing a
loaded gun to a monkey’ comes to light with every stroke at the keyboard.