Why do I care so much about love when all I do is get hurt afterwards?
And end up falling in love with another again?
Having him stitch the broken, battered and bruised pieces of my heart back together just so he can rip the stitches apart once its finally healed.
But i've come to realize that I don't need someone else to sew my heart back together,
Because i own the needle and string to sew it back together myself.