I have no pulse. My heart lacks the beautiful, rhythmical throbbing it once endured. My vindication is that I have lost faith in love; what is the purpose of carrying a heart that beats when there is no other soul to make it skip, or temporarily stop? I once gave everything I had to offer - only to become broken. My soul: at one time moved, now left abandoned, deflated, and forlorn. What once was a beautiful, wondrously warm summer's day has become one long bitter, cold, dark winter's night.
To protect myself, my heart, from further pain and agony, I have been treading cautiously, and loving a lot less recklessly. My propensity was to pour it all out on the table, wear my heart on my sleeve, and love like crazy; this approach on love, sadly, is no longer my natural tendency. Compared to my old ways, my new attitude towards love is a lot less magical and awe-inspiring.
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