Thoughts on Love

Today I realized that I should not be in love. What good has loving ever done me? I just get my poor mangled heart broken over and over again. I suppose one day, that the shattered pieces of my heart will simply refuse to knit themselves back together. "Enough!" They will say. "We cannot take this any longer. Please, just let us lie here, broken and bleeding on the floor. We can no longer live like this." Maybe they will be right. Maybe I should just let them fall to pieces. After all, what are the odds that I will find my "boy with a glue gun" to stick them back together. If I have one soulmate in a world of 6 billion souls, will I ever find him? I doubt it. And yet, is it not worth the risk? Perhaps I will continue to have my heart broken, but maybe, just maybe, I will find the other half of my soul. If loving people is wrong of me, then perhaps it is as they say. I don't want tobe right.