To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
To love is to be human…to love is to be truly alive. To never have known what it feels like to love someone is to never have really lived. Allowing ourselves to be vulnerable is a risk worth taking for the reward it brings multiple times over when that love is returned.
I’ve never read a sadder post!