The heartache that drifts in and out of our lives from time to time can only every be attributed to ourselves and one fundamental flaw us humans all have, putting our happiness in the hands of others, in all cases where emotions are involved it is primarily our fault for letting our defences down and exposing the hidden, most-inner workings of our heart and soul. Of course the only logical plan would be to hide them and never let any one in but I guess if we all did that, our species would live an incredibly cold and lonely life before the inevitable extinction.
Our heart and soul are our most prized possessions, over everything else these are what define us and create the beautiful or the ugly. Body and flesh with all it's distractions only exist to protect the sensitive nature of our core from those who live off other peoples' hurt and misery and from the battlefield of life.
Perhaps I should, whole-heartedly, try to move away from past as if it was a previous life and maybe the future is the time for love to flourish and life to ignite into one spectacular array of blue skies and sunshine, taking my teen-hood under my belt as a strength instead of a weakness that served only to anchor me in that period of my life and I may even to be able to appreciate love once again and love strongly, in a higher degree now that I've been burnt and carry the wounds of the most painful kind of love, first love.