It'd be wrong to say that I've loved too much, because not once have I loved unconditionally.
Then how is it that there is a dearth of love in my heart, and I have to ration out pieces of my soul to each lover?
How I wish I could love unconditionally, without inhibitions, embracing the vulnerability!
But then I remember, maybe it's okay to have your heart locked in an iron fort, protected, than to leave it vulnerable to be shattered beyond repair.
Or is it?