One thing I’ve learned about people is that the more they get hurt, the more they love. I thought that the things that I have experienced from the past made me more seasoned, more careful and much wiser. I never thought that every time I get hurt, every time I get out of relationships the more I love, the more I give my all to the person I love next. I have gotten used to being the one who loves more than I try so hard to hold on to relationships hoping things will change, hoping things will eventually get better. What I did made it worse, I’m working so hard to hold on to the pain, I try to love even when there’s nothing left that I never noticed that every time I get hurt, a piece of my heart falls and eventually, I fell out of love. When I fell out of love, I end up doing things that are much worse than those that I have received. And now, I’m lonelier than ever because I am dying. Literally and figuratively.