Love and getting my heart broken. Do I wrap my heart up in iron and not let anyone in? Or open up my heart like a flower, only to get stung by insects and bees and good looking foreign men who are charming and funny and all the rest of it? I ask myself this everyday! Every damn day. And I come to the same conclusion, better to open up my heart and get stung and live, know that I am alive and that I feel, than to live with an iron clad, cold heart.