ENEMY and ENEMA. So close but so far apart. 

(Origin - late Middle English: via late Latin from Greek, from enienai ‘send or put in’, from en- ‘in’ + hienai ‘send’.)

Based on the above definitions, I am sitting in my enemy’s enema. They have emana’d their enemy-ness on me. 

The spewing toxicity of “I’m gonna tell it to you like it is because I love you”. Hard, upfront, blunt, brash in your face love.

The kind that stings each time the truth is delivered and hurts so much, by the time the world comes to meet us, if it doesn’t hurt we can’t recognize it to be any kind of love at all. 

Still we’ll crave that deep and scorching honesty. Delivered like a hard slap so satisfying, without the “burn” it doesn’t add up - it’s not “caring” enough. 

Wires crossed.

Bridges burnt.

Love is a 5 letter word.