There is no shame in loving. The shame is when we allow ourselves to become void of love thus, becoming incapable of loving others for we no longer love ourselves. We all face heartbreak. It's how we endure suffering that etches our essence like forged steel. Good or bad we emerge from suffering learned. We step forward into a new world with new eyes, like a newborn timidly, yet eager to explore new things. And what perchance love is on the horizon, dare we dismiss fortune, or embrace it like two lovers under a yawning moon. ‘For how could we ever know, if we never even try.’
