I believe we put ourselves in a shipload of heartbreak because we don’t want to miss out. The thing we do not want to miss out seems to be a type of enchantment that takes over body and soul. Because we do not want to miss out we run head over heels not thinking about the future brokenness of it all. We then fall and scrape our knees, yet we do not let the sting keep us from putting our heart on our sleeve. We seem to place it there to let someone either rip it or let it fall from our butter fingers. Getting hurt and hurt over and over again as a punishment for putting ourselves out there. So tired of never being any one’s first choice, you think of giving up. But then when someone let’s you feel significant you tie your sneakers ready to run that race. You run head over heels just to be close to that lovely piece of bewitchment we call love.