No Regrets

She’s not the first girl to screw me over. And I’m fairly certain she won’t be the last. Because I am fundamentally flawed in a way that heightens my predisposition to being hurt. I care too much and feel too deeply. I sing too loud and dance too unabashedly. I hope too great and dream too big. I believe too hard and hold on too long. I smile too easily, laugh too often, and love too true. But if not being hurt means sacrificing the things I like most about myself, then that price is too high…and all pain too little.