This is my confession.

I haven't had my heart broken more than once or twice because of l--love, but I've had my heart broken by too many things that I see and hear everyday. For love or by life, nobody likes having their heart hurting that way. I know I don't. And I know that until the day I am willing to have my heart broken again, I can never properly open up to any more risks.

If I cry for every single thing that breaks my heart, I will run out of tears. Tears can heal one's pains. If I run out of tears, whose tears will heal my pains?

...and yet I still cry.