Hello Internet! 
My sprinkle for the day is a story about a 20 yo girl, who commited a crime, a sin, a debauchery...
She fell in love. She was so confused about what love really meant, and when she finally get it, she realized that her world is not the same anymore, as if she was born again. 
What on earth is this demonic feel? What can we not do for the name of love? How can such a pure sense be that sinful in the eyes of others, even the closest of us? 
She weeped every night for her love to survive rejection, to fight battles, to resist hardships, she believed so much in her love as if it was a grace from God itself, she wished that her love would have been enough to move mountains and calm storms...
But one night, she felt helpless and outraged. Helpless because somehow the light she used to see throught the tunnel is getting duller at her sight, outraged because the source of her sarrow are the people who brought her to life, are the one who witnessed her first scream and breath, are the one who claimed once that their love is unconditionnal...But how can it be? Is harm justifed under the name of protection? Does loving unconditionnaly make us blind to the damages we can cause? 
And from all the thought traffic she had on her mind that night, one question was on repeat...is it a crime to fall in love?