It hurts. But thats what it means to be human. To be able to recieve and reciprocate. To feel and to love. To hurt sometimes. It hurts, because you loved. But the love was worth the hurt. Even if it didn't work out. I'm still glad I can feel this deeply. This heavily. To care so much, my glass vase cracks. And a droplet slithers down my face. A rose loses its pedal, another takes its place. The overshadowed humanity. For what is trust if there is no risk? What is love if there is no vulnerability? And what is empathy with no understanding? These are the principals that make us who we are. This is what makes us human. And I would gladly cry, laugh, weep, scream, and fight tooth and bone for it. And that's the beauty of it.