Real.

I would rather live, love, and have lost than to never have loved at all.

I regret.

I move on.

You told me, guard your heart.

I told you, if I love, I love with all of my heart.

I get hurt.

I hope.

It fails.

What does that make me?

human . . .

It is that love that I must first recognize which focuses all other love.

For if you do not understand the source, then is it love?

I am loved, yes.

I love.