Spare some rooms in your heart when you love someone

I don’t know when and where I first heard this sentence. But my impression to it is exactly like when you hear somebody talks about a flying horse.

I used to be a person who totally believes in love. And I think I used to be loved. Every single moment, love made me feel so warm and secure. I perceived it as just a simple thing, simple but beautiful. I don’t know how complicate love is. When I love someone, I just love.

Why? Why do I have to spare rooms in my heart when I love someone?

It is not a game. It is something beyond my control. I can’t keep being paranoid worrying that when I’m gonna fall. I actually never thought I’m gonna fall. I never thought someone who loves me is going to let me down.

I’m obviously wrong.

Even so, I don’t understand how people can spare rooms in their heart. When you love someone don’t you use the entire heart to love? Can you divide your heart in two parts and use just one to love?

Really, I don’t know how to do that. If I do, I wouldn’t be in this pain. I would have some rooms in my heart left, so that I could escape from this painful heart to the healthy one.

I guess I’m gonna be in pain forever because I don’t know how to spare rooms in my heart. If love happens to me again, I hope that it’s just simple and beautiful as I always see it.