sometimes they demand to be felt.
You can try to ignore them. Hide them. Pretend they don’t exist. But your heart cannot deny the truth.
I know what I feel. This isn’t the first time I’ve felt love. This time though, it’s different.
There are many types of love, but never the same love twice.
That’s what they say, right?
Never have I been this cautious about admitting my feelings though.
Scared? I’m not sure. Once I say it, it’s out there. It’s real. And once it’s real…
After that, I cannot protect my heart. I lose that power.
Love is at the root of everything that matters in life.
I just don’t know if I’m ready to fully open myself up to this type of love again. Not yet.