A lot of things can happen once a person gets his heart broken. It's like getting a scar. It's painful at the beginning, but eventually that feeling disappears but you can still see where it used to hurt. It stays with you, like a ghost haunting your memories. You'll never forget heart breaks. It becomes a part of you.
I was in love once, twice and more, and each failure with it was a lesson learned, but at the same time I grow more cautious. It made me believe that love always end up in heartaches no matter how you look at it. It's either love dies or the person dies. Either way you lose a partner and you end up hurt, disappointed, and sometimes miserable.
I don't really see the need to love anymore. It's not that I'm giving up, it's just that I don't see its value anymore. It's a beautiful thing to be in love, but it's evil in disguise, because once it's gone somehow it could end up destroying you. I don't want to go through that. It's stupid.