So guarded

To wander this world without hope of ever loving again, and being loved is its own kind of purgatory.

Felt. While my mind remains cautious, I try to leave the door to my heart open just a crack. 🙂

I was taught by my parents that this problem was marked Case Closed in 1948 by this 3-minute song, [i]Nature Boy,[/i] sung by Nat King Cole:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpF1J9FnD4E

Better to have loved and been heart broken or never have felt it ?