Love is a fickle thing ~ There are times when it nurtures you , makes you feel protected and indestructible . Yet there are times when it beats you down ，throwing punch after punch ，leaving you alone crumpled on the cold ，hard floor .....

 Sometimes ,  even when the bruises have faded but the mere memory of the hurt is enough to shy you away from letting urself fall again ~  so you wear armor and build  walls  to protect urself . You become keenly aware of the labored beating beneath ur chest as it strains against the bits of glue and tape holding it together.

Yes ，I've had my share of bitterness as well . 

And I've had to pick my broken body up off the floor and nurse wounds that I thot would never heal …Yet I still believe that true love exists ... Yes ，I know it does  ... Even most of the time it's like an unattainable goal that builds you up ~ only to let you down ....