Excerpt from a letter to a friend

...the truth is, i have gotten closer to love in the last two years; I have had my heart cracked open. I have become softer and more receptive, but not because I was thinking big (baby), but because my path to love was so littered with pain, which was the only way I could be broken of my great defendedness. I didn't get any closer to love because I believed I was worthy of love. I got closer to love the way a bloodied, broken-nosed fighter keeps getting up to take the next punch in the face and then finally falls flat and concedes. I conceded to love.