The Wedding Planner Daughter

Love is a dangerous game.
I call it that because to many people that's what it is.
If it isn't a game, then why are there so many players out there toying with girl's hearts?

That's why I tried to build up a wall around my heart. No one got in and nothing got out.
Its for my safety.
I've been hurt before by someone I trusted, and whether or not it wasn't his fault he left me, he did, and that will forever leave a lasting impression on me.

However, love is also ruthless.
It won't give up, and will refuse to take no as an answer.

Then slowly, very slowly, that wall started to peel off. Pieces fell to the ground, and soon a small hole formed in the wall I took so long to build up, and allowed people to get in.

This time, it was a foolish curly haired boy who slipped inside.
He took a tight hold only to drop my heart and leave it there, crushed.

Love is foolish, reckless, dangerous, frightening, and all together stupid. So why did I give in?