My heart may be broken…but it’s only broken because I let it love.
I am not numb to pain, and for that I thank God. I’ve learned some good lessons in guarding my heart, but I will never have to look back and regret, having never loved. Now, as for the right kind of love, I am a work in progress, and that is one area of life I will also not look back and regret. Everything in due time. So who loses? The broken hearted….or the heart breakers whom repel commitment?