Reconstruction

Love has taken my unyielding strive for perfection, the insufferable beast within, and domesticated it. Love has defeated my stubborn, unyielding independence and culled my merciless creativity. Love has broken down the walls I worked so hard to build. It has shattered my defenses and left me vulnerable. Love has stripped me of my conceptions of self, of what it once meant to be me. And the strangest part? I welcome every bit of it.