I’ll never understand why the purest hearts are always the ones who suffer the hardest love lessons. Maybe it's because they love without holding back. They give without thinking twice, trust easily, and see the good even when it's not shown back. They believe in people, even when people don't believe in them. And somehow, that kind of heart attracts the wrong ones first, the ones who take more than they give, who stay just long enough to leave a mark. But maybe it's not a punishment. Maybe it's teaching them how to see their worth deeply. Maybe the love they give will come back right.