"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." – C.S. Lewis
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I didn't expect anything when I received the text from Jace. But he said dinner would be served in the garden and not in the kitchen.
But I wore a nice dress in case there was good wine and aesthetics. I can enjoy a garden dinner in my pajamas, but I'd rather look presentable.
When I came out of my room, I had to put a hand over my heart. Suddenly I felt nervous for no apparent reason, and it was eating at me.
