It's been a year since I closed my heart to fall in love again. It was tragic, heartbreaking, heavy-hearted, and, of course, I was traumatized by love. Like a cloister, I felt like my heart was covered with tall buildings that I would never get out of. But, I was wrong; it was covered with tall trees, wonderful leaves, and amazing flowers. Like, I'm surrounded by beautiful reasons for not feeding myself hatred but seeing the good one on the other side.All Rights Reserved