http://www.brightwalldarkroom.com/2018/01/05/architecture-silence-love/

That I could feel enchained by every moment with them, I could hate every minute of the drive to see them, of entering the facility, of riding the elevator up to their floor, walking down the long white hallway to their room, and still be committing an act of love, because love does not require a pure heart. What love requires is freedom. Otherwise it is not love.