To love and not to love...

On many occasions I try to get into the brains of pedophiles. Not to think like them. Or be like them. I just want to understand enough to try and imagine any next steps they want to make. But sometimes things daunt me, and it send chills down my spine.

I don't think there is a pedophile out there that knows what love it. That is loved. Accepted. Aware. Sad, ain't it? No it is not, they do nooooo effort, to understand it. They think love is to be forced and it can be forced, but with little to no impact on today's society, they chose children instead. Young children willing to love everyone, cause that is how their world is like. They want to love and be loved, but then they fall into the hands of those who can teach them everything love is not. Love is not lust. Love is not lust. Love is not lust. Not forced attention. Not bribery. Not one sided.

I think a pedophile can be loved, not for who he is, but for who he had the possibility to become. But they want their little worlds of self-pity, selfishness and all things revolving only around themselves. And with that, they made themselves the rotting pimples on the ass of the world, the thing so annoying, we can't wait to get rid of them.