It is difficult sometimes not to succumb to feelings of disappointment when you try – to the best of your ability – for your every action to reflect only that which is pure and loving – and yet, you wonder at times if those intentions are lost. I wish sometimes that people could look into my heart and understand how hard I try to only care for them, when my actions are met with responses that do not seem to see that intent. In a world where there is so much that is negative, love should be celebrated – whether it be awkward love, or clumsy love – it is love. Love covered in molasses is love, love with a twist of lemon is love. If love is at the core of it, no matter how awkwardly or clumsily it is expressed, it is love.