I am not an easy man to love, or to be with. But I doubt any of us are. We are all human, and that means being beautiful but also cracked. The beautiful part allows us to speak poetry into the lives of those we love. We can encourage a loved one to reach heights of greatness; we can elevate that person with a kiss or a compliment, a reassuring caress, or a candle lit at the appropriate time … or perhaps both. And the cracked side causes us to say words we never meant to say, spite fuming from our lips, pressing buttons we know will set the other off. To harm, or defame, or to punish. Words to unite and words to divide. Words to inspire, and words to bring love low. We are beautiful people, and we are also broken people. We are human.