Love and hurt can often be seen holding hands, a relationship like any other, existing as a choice, given life by its creator, by the future and by the past, the conscious and the subconscious turning collaboration into an art, simultaneously collecting meaning, time altering its connotations, connected by experience, separated by reality, a reflection of actions and created habits, unknowingly placed, questioning its potential, its infinite definitions left behind, accepting of expected attachments, yet capable of existing alone.