All Heart
Hearts are so easily broken. Yet we patch it up together again, only to fall for it once more. Handing it over for someone to carelessly rip it apart. Yet again.
Sometimes you step back and wonder if it's worth it. All this pain. You break people's hearts. People break your heart. But at the end of the day, that's what makes you who you are. It's the hearts you touch.
Inevitably, here it comes again. Valentine's Day. Just around the corner.
And no, I am not one of those cynical people who view it as just another commercial holiday cooked up by greeting card companies. No. I do believe in romance. In those love at first sight, butterflies in your stomach, heart skipping a beat moments. The whole works. When in love, suddenly all those timeless cliches seem to make sense.
It's true. Love is where cliches meet reality. The fact is, deep down we are all hopeless romantics.
Sometimes you step back and wonder if it's worth it. All this pain. You break people's hearts. People break your heart. But at the end of the day, that's what makes you who you are. It's the hearts you touch.
Inevitably, here it comes again. Valentine's Day. Just around the corner.
And no, I am not one of those cynical people who view it as just another commercial holiday cooked up by greeting card companies. No. I do believe in romance. In those love at first sight, butterflies in your stomach, heart skipping a beat moments. The whole works. When in love, suddenly all those timeless cliches seem to make sense.
It's true. Love is where cliches meet reality. The fact is, deep down we are all hopeless romantics.
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