I learned a long time ago that I cannot trust other people, particularly entrusting them with my heart. I do not have the foundation of a loving family or having a young love that reinforced my worth. Love taught me pain. Love taught me to trust no one. And despite the many years of heartbreak from family, friends, and lovers, I still try to love for some fucking stupid reason. I’m still a romantic after all this time and I still think love conquers all.
As much of a front as I try to put on, I am shattered inside. I piece myself together after every setback because I am strong and capable after so many years of doing this. But there are only so many times a person can get broken before they finally give up.
Love everyone, but be selective who you show love to. Showing love takes effort and only show your love to those that deserve it.