My heart is all I own...

Falling in love was as much about receiving as it was giving, wasn't it? Even though it seemed selfish, it was not - quite the opposite. Keeping oneself from being loved was to refuse the ultimate gift. For he had thought himself done with romantic love. He had thought himself an incurable cynic. Yet as current truths come to light, it is evident that he was not. He was only someone whose heart and mind, and very soul, had been battered and bruised. It was still - and always - safe to give since there was a certain deal of control to be exerted over giving. Taking, or allowing oneself to receive, was an altogether more risky business. For receiving meant opening up the heart again. Perhaps to rejection. Or disillusionment. Or pain. Or even heart break. It was all terribly risky. And all so terribly necessary.