The weather took a more pleasant turn today; it was sunnier than it’d been all week. I spent most of my time squandering hours away in the lower levels of the campus library. Well, in all fairness, I was quite productive for the first half of the day. It wasn’t until my fatigue caught up to me in the last couple of hours that I began to trail off into the happy imaginative corners of my mind. By the time I left the library and came home to prepare dinner, it was pretty late already. After the dishes were done and put away though, I’d finally gotten a chance to sit back and breathe. It was then that I suddenly remembered something that my mother once told me. She said that in the words of a famous writer, it is always wise to only lend your heart, but never to give it away. When someone borrows something, they must take care of it in order to properly return it to its rightful owner, but when someone is given something, they are void of these responsibilities and can do whatever they please since it is essentially theirs.
To an extent, this is a rather practical and pessimistic way of looking at love–almost to the point of robbing it of any sense of romanticism. Yet, a part of me can see some truth in it. I sat there on my bed only to realize that a part of me is still closed off. I guess George Michael had a point when he sang the words: “Once bitten, and twice shy…” 
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