love

C. S. Lewis once wrote:

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your hear will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sureof keeping it itact, you must give your hear to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in a casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless- it will change. It will not be broken, it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable...The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers...of love is hell.

dang. my mom should have shown me this sooner. now its to late. how do you know who to give your heart out to? how do you know who to trust? i thought i was careful, but now im not so sure. i need to give up on relationships because there only hurting me... here comes the next nun.