After my heartbreak at the age of 14 or 15 (I think). I blocked everyone out and kept myself busy doing other things that could divert my attention. I became successful on other aspects of my life, which I thought was really good. I built a wall around my heart, trying to stop anyone who would start falling for me. Trust vanished my dictionary. I never trusted anyone and I never gave anyone a chance to prove themselves to me. I became hard to love and incapable of falling in love. I told myself that love is for suckers and that I will never ever fall in love again.
But I did.
I leaped and crashed, and I’ve been doing that ever since. Although I am aware that it is a continuous cycle of being happy and feeling shitty, I never did stop. Why? Because I realized that it is better than doing nothing and experiencing nothing. I realized that in life, there are things worth getting hurt for and I think that love is one of them.
You will feel happy a lot and you will get hurt a lot. It will be joyous. It will be heartbreaking. But when it is finally your time; when it shows up to you, the real thing, you will realize that yes, there is a love that goes on forever.