"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." -C.S. Lewis
I started a Taiwanese drama this time called "Drunken to Love You" [醉後決定愛上你] and it's full of arguments and making up, something typical of relationships I guess. And I guess giving someone more and more of your love will ultimately give them more than just love--- there will be happiness, sadness, fear, and support too. When did I decide to be so careful with my heart to the point that I am afraid of holding it out to others? When did I become so fearful of the pain that stabs ones heart to the point that I would avoid any potential for conflict or sadness? When did I start this internal turmoil between yearning for someone to listen to all of me and putting up a strong front to protect myself?
Funny how searching for the OST to the drama led me to find this quote by C.S. Lewis. I'm still trying to understand how others love, but I wonder, how will I understand my own love for others?
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