When one attends a smaller university in an even smaller town, the population of said university tends to linger on the romantic comings and goings of the residents. For the most part, it's as fickle and harmless as kindergarten valentines. However, as I've aged, I've found a more brutal side to the romantic scene.
As if people become steered by their mortality and awareness of their faults, they seek another soul to weld to their own. It is a pursuit for affirmation, companionship, etc. - all of which are not bad things. However, humans often use this assimilated limb as a double-sided shield, a force field to protect oneself from the outside and to take the hit of any negatives leaving the atmosphere.
In the wake of this "use and abuse," souls break.
We forget love is meant to be a complete selfless pursuit and to trust the other person is attempting the same. Thus, one cares for the other so that no one must ever look out for his or herself.
Instead, we create expectations and then don't hold up our end of the bargain. We forget words like "grace" and "mercy" should be treated as verbs. And what is left is fractured, disjointed; a weak point waiting for a breath of pressure to put it out of its misery.
I speak not only to romantic pursuits. But friendships. Familial relationships. Interactions with those you meet on the subway for 0.2 seconds of your existence.
It is out of being the victim in the aftermath of relationship wreckage and being the cause that I created the above design. The word "love" comes out strong, inspite of all the words that represent its murder.