Old hearts should be tougher . . .

I'm getting older. Some would just say old. I don't feel that way, but, it's just a fact. When I was younger I thought of myself as a romantic. I wrote songs about love, talked about the beauty of sunsets and oceans, and offered my heart up to be squashed on a regular basis. And it was. Most of the time the squasher didn't even know she had squashed anything cause I was too shy to let her know I was seriously interested.

I assumed that there would come a time when the old heart would toughen up a bit. That the chances of it breaking would be greatly reduced as I became older and wiser, more experienced in the ways of the world and therefore able to remain in control, especially of my own emotions. I thought that passions were for the young.

But I still write songs about love. I proclaim the beauty of sunsets and oceans more than ever. And while still a tad uncertain of myself, I have actually exposed my heart a little more openly. Let me tell you, it still breaks. I guess some things never get old.