When you love, you give the object of your affections free range and full access to your heart. You may think that noooo, I’ll be rational and keep a bit for myself so as not to get hurt, so as to stay unaffected. But pray, you won’t have a choice. And you’ll only realize it when you’ve already gone through the hurt of feeling taken forgranted. You’ll convince yourself that it’s just your hormones talking and that you’re overreacting, but really, you won’t even bat an eyelash at this if that person didn’t take a big chunk of your heart. Love makes martyrs out of people. We’ll all get hurt. We only have to choose the ones worth hurting over.