I give, and you give, and we draw lines in ourselves where we stop. I draw a line here, do you see it? It's the place just before it hurts me to give, because I know, if you love me, if you love the way I do, this is where you would beg me to stop. That poem, and some other things that happened to me around that time, helped me realize that loving someone—or giving to someone—is not supposed to hurt. And if it does, something is wrong.
