For me, loving another is loving the essence of their flaws and seeing the defective beauty in it as the most attractive of their charms. Finding their deepest imperfections to be perfectly imperfect. Seeing their weaknesses counter-balanced with my strengths, and their strengths complementary to my own, for I have no weaknesses when embraced by one I love. Only strength. An untethered horse is an unloved horse. It’s in being needed that I flourish. Not a neediness of responsibility, but one of desire. The greatest act to ravage the soul of a man is the denial of closure. Nothing destroys more than not knowing why.