The following is from anita's blog. Have a read!

I once likened love to an onion.

You see beyond the grubby dirty surface and its brown rough skin and you feel the smooth touch of its transparent juicy flesh. As an innocent child, I was awed by the fact that for once, someone will be able to see deep into you, and understand for who you really are. But then like the tale of the father, son and donkey, I was so foolishly pulled into the lies. For I heard another saying, that if you strip down the love that blinded you, you would see with open eyes the significant other's flaws and the ugliness that they try so hard to disguise. So I listened hard, and believed. And I'm grabbing and tearing at you, pulling and scratching, wishing so hard I will see who you really are, beyond the beautiful surface. I push back as the tears threaten to bubble beyond the pain, and as the confusion shudders through the blood that flows past my capillaries, I fear that I cannot love you with all your flaws.

But when I am done tearing out your soul, ripping apart your flesh and reaching between the layers from where you stand, I am left standing raw and bloodied, glassy-eyed. You are no longer there and I collapse to the ground battered and tired, and you are no longer there.