We wrote songs. We crafted stories to express it. From the heartbreaking to the inspiring. We yearned for it. Every last one of us. Or, we thought we did.

Few ever learned its true nature.
Fewer, if any, had it in themselves to wholeheartedly feel or give.

We desired… control. To compel others to fit our own ideas of "good" and the way people "should" be. Blinded by arrogant self-righteousness, driven by selfish desire. We justified our judgments, hatreds, and manipulations while despising them in others. Every last one of us. And we called it love.