If I should love again, you must understand that my heart is not made of glass, but it's just as fragile.
If I should love again, my mother must realize that this means I'm growing.
If I should love again, I must come to terms that you may hurt me.
If I should love again, I must tell everyone that we will work, and, yes, there will be heartache, but that's okay.
If I should love again, I must apologize for the unintentional harm I will burden you with.
If I should love again, I must confess to you that I'm still in love with him.

You act as though love
is an epidemic,
a sickness sweeping the nation.
Something that needs to be forbidden,
something that requires a paramedic,
but love is not a disease.
It's the complete opposite.
It helps us see and breathe,
and know how to need.
It fulfils our dreams and
lets us sleep
knowing we're not alone,
and that we're not made of
sticks and stones.