Every time I tried to be heartless, theres something inside me that always shouted, "This is not you." When I unknowingly became rude to someone, that guilt ate me from inside. Even the smallest acts of unkindness from me stay like an ache in my heart. I feel things too deeply. No matter how much the world tries to harden me, I can't detach from my own softness. In a world full of cruelty, I am scared to become the same. Because once I lose that softness, I lose a part of myself I never want to let go of. This heart still believes in kindness, even after it's been broken. I love love. And l love to give love.