It feels good to be cared for.
As much as I've resisted it, it feels damned good.
I've fought to keep my heart safe and out of reach ...for a slight fear of being taken advantage of.
I don't have to do that anymore, I don't want to do that anymore.
I like love. Nah, I love love.
I want it all to work, I want it to be beautiful.
I just ask that my heart be taken care of, and nourished until it's unable to be nourished and taken care of.
I'm glad I've opened my heart.
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