Let me tell you what it’s like to love too much. You
wake up each morning hoping that you won’t build a home in the
wrong person this time, hoping that you won’t give your heart
with ease to people who should learn to serve it. You hurt more
than others, but you’ve become used to it by now, because you
know that feeling this is much better than not feeling at all.
You hand fragments of your soul to everyone you care for, in hope
that they will cherish it, in hope that they will care in return.
And when they don’t, you crave for layers of yourself that will
never return - leaving your soul half-empty, leaving you feeling
alone. But still, your heart is too big and is unaffected by
those who never loved you. And each day, you continue to spill
love into the cracks of other people’s hearts. Because you know
just what it’s like not to be loved in return, because you’ve
been in the same place as them before.
