by Zara Potts
AUCKLAND, NEW ZEALAND -
Does it hurt?
Yes, it fucking does.
Sometimes I feel like the Velveteen Rabbit. Come alive, made real but bruised and shaped by love.
Hard love that pulls your hair and pulls no punches.
Soft love that barely tickles and is feathery light and floats away before you have time to name it.
For even the most gentle love can be brutal.