Hearts break. That's what they do.
And then they always mend, and are ready to start all over again.
If you are unwilling to get heart-broken, you are unwilling to fall in Love.
Otherwise, what's the point of having a heart in the first place?
Might as well replace it with a piece of black coal, and light it up every now and then, in an attempt to warm yourself up.
It's futile. Resistance is, I mean.
Much like the Borg.
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