Some people love with their minds —
measuring every step,
afraid that giving too much
will only lead to hurt.
But I…
I love with all my heart.
Even knowing the heart is tender,
easily bruised,
easily lost in uncertainty,
it’s still the only place
that knows how to beat for joy.
I once loved like that —
innocently, passionately,
believing that sincerity alone
could heal every wound.
But life isn’t always as gentle
as I hoped.
Some people enter our lives
like a blazing sun,
then leave us behind
in a long, lingering dusk.
I asked my heart once:
“Why do you still want to love?”
It simply beat —
just enough for me to understand
that love is what it was made for.
So I no longer blame myself for being fragile.
I’m learning to love with all my heart,
but also keep a small corner
reserved for my own peace.
Because the most beautiful love
isn’t giving everything until nothing remains —
it’s loving enough to realize
this heart deserves to be cherished —
even when it breaks,
and especially when it still dares to love.
