Let me tell you what it’s like to love too much. You wake up
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.