You think by binding them and restraining them from people you would keep them and that they shall remain with you, forever. Knowing if let loose, they would succumb into the temptations of the world even though they are not children. You love in fear. Balancing a vulnerable heart with the bounds you contain them in. Sometimes you ignore their tendencies, the cheeky rebellions as your competitors pass by. You console your heart like a pakistani aunt, "Give them love they scavenge elsewhere" or "a woman should know how to keep her man." But is that really the connotation of love? Was love meant to be chained? Were lovers destined to be insecure?