IV Therapy

The first thing you want to do when you get hurt is to retreat. To run. To never face the thing that hurt you.

I’ve had my heartbroken three times. Three solid times.

Each time it happens I inch away from the notion of love that I crafted at a young age. Each time I promised myself that I would be better, that I would learn to put better guards up. Every time I become jaded to the world around me, to each word that is directed to me. But I am not that person. I would be lying to myself.

At the end of the day;

I’m a hopeless romantic. I believe in love and cosmic connections. I believe in the butterflies and having a lover that is also my best friend. I believe in fate and serendipity and “meant to be’s.” I eat up every love quote. I believe in a future that I can wake up each day to a man that I love, to a family that I created.

I believe that I can have it all.

Why be afraid to love? It is such a beautiful thing. It is something that cannot be bought but only earned. It is something that I can give so freely, why not share it? It is something that the world is clearly lacking, who am I to withhold it?

This is how I see it.

I possess a capacity that is rare in our generation. I possess a heart that actually beats empathy; a heart that actually feels and grows and that is alive. I’m going to keep loving. I’m going to keep being open to the idea of love. I’m going to keep believing in this dream until I see it as a reality. And each time I get hurt and somebody asks me why I keep going, all I’m going to say is, “because I can.”