I hate arguments.
I hate disagreements.
I hate misunderstandings.
All these things happen more than they should.
Possessiveness is a choice of one, but a curse to the object they are too clingy to.
Independence is a beautiful thing. If only love and free-spirits blended together in harmony, then all these burdens that whip our backs would be non-existent.
A controlling force that rambles on like a stampede of running horses will trample anything in its path, even the most precious ones.
Emotions are broken.
No one is safe.