I remember I use to hate the idea of love. I grew up watching love done wrong for so long that I started to believe it was a place either a thing or a feeling that I didn’t want any parts of it. I watched love backfire in the faces of all my parents.. I stopped believing in marriage or anything… or anyone permanent. When I was younger I remember I use to get involved with people who just to hurt me. I didn’t have a method of protecting my own heart, it was to truly use it to please them, and to make them happy; All the time I forgot about me. Eventually.. I hurt me. I started to realize how people’s dinamics and things could really belittle me and make me sad, like an old abandoned house with no doors or windows. I started catching feelings that just put me down, I needed to do somehintg and had to see my own worth looking straighr into my soul eyes. I first started falling in love with myself and people who were just like me, the dreamers, poets, givers… they woudln’t hurt me, misuse and mistreat me. They would show me the side of love and myself that I was never felt before; a fabolous alchemy, like seeing the sea for the very first time, drinking all its blue! I’m so thankful I have met such special people. I’m so thankful I felt hurt. It wasn’t until I truly fell apart that I realized how much it took to rebuild back into who I was or who I was meant be, because really I was never meant to be cold hearted, I’m fire, passion and love, a poetess of my time. I was never meant to break hearts, and I will never be. I was never meant to tear people apart. I’m a lover, and now, today I love that about me. I love that I understand now, how important it is that I do whatever I can to protect and heal hearts by any means. I love that people respect me and trust me enough to pour all their love into me. I finally feel free…❤