My fragile heart has been held in far too many hands that restrain it from pumping. It has been bruised and broken, misused and taken for granted by men who believe they are superior to love. However, as much as I would like to believe all good things come to end, I cannot. For I have touched far too many souls, and kissed too many lips to believe that only one soul entwines with ours; that all men speak love but only adore the body in a dimly lit room. I have faith that one day a man will disclose his love without fear of his masculinity being tarnished. I will live to see chivalry's last breath and thank it for not conforming to the norms of society. I will love until it is ingrained into others that love is not a game ready to be won.
But rather, love is a lifestyle that needs to be nurtured.
-new