I've unpeeled some layers and this is what I found underneath:

Love doesn't seem to hold much together.
In my world, it seems the only things that keep people from the possiblity of divorce is
obligation, duty, and fear.
I find that in my mind, these things are much stronger than love.
I suppose when I think of love,
I think of it as something very flimsy, fleeting, papery, whispy.
Here today. Gone tomorrow.
But Anger
Pain
Fear--

these things hold like
immoveable glue.