Heart on the Sleeve.

‘’ to wear your heart on your sleeve isn’t a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where It functions best’’ Margaret Thatcher

She was the one who always wore her heart on her sleeve.
No saying or quote made her believe that she was wrong. She was full of love and she showered it by wearing her heart on her sleeve. When questioned, she would respond

She wore her heart on her sleeve and the world could not care less. She disliked being sensitive. She thought it made her weak. But take away that single trait and you take away the very essence of her. You take away her conscience, her ability to emphasize, the intuition, the creativity, deep appreciation of the little things, her vivid inner life. Her keen awareness of others pain and her passion for it. She was sensitive and found nothing wrong In that. Love was all she had.
She was sensitive and the most genuine and honest person you will ever meet. There is nothing she won’t tell you about herself if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray her, reject her or devalue her, she will end the friendship.

She lives with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. All she craved for was the most love anyone can give her because her soul had been constantly bruised by others.

She wouldn’t lie to you. Her heart was whole now, but it hadn’t always been. She had worn it on her sleeve, and it had been stepped on a few times. She had handed it- with hope and trust and starry eyes- to a few someone along the way to protect. There had been times where she’d said those three words out loud- and silence had echoed back. And so each and every time, that girl left a piece or two of that whole heart she started with behind.

However, despite the tragedy she had gone through in her life, she remained the most compassionate person worth knowing and the one that often became activists for the broken-hearted, forgotten and misunderstood. She wore her heart on her sleeve and such people are angels with broken wings that only fly when loved.
And when questioned why she was hurting herself with all this, the reply you would get,‘’I wear my heart on my sleeve, yet I am not naïve. I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt. I choose to become better not bitter with each experience. Here’s to all the Loves in my Life that have taught me the toughest lessons. To the Earth angels who walk with me and to those that challenge daily. I thank you, again and again.’’

All she craved was that one look, one touch that made her believe that she was needed. Needed by someone who was hurting by themselves. She would let her guard down, break all the shackles her heart was tied in, crack down boulders she had built the last time, and then love you with all her heart, all that love. She had a lot to give because she wore her heart on her sleeve.

All those heartbreaks did not dishearten her. She is still waiting. Waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel. Waiting for that one look, one touch, one heart that would embrace all the love she had to give. she still waits for him would sing her favorite romantic song, to her. Keeping her in mind. For her. 

Yes, she was a hopeless romantic.
She wore her heart on her sleeve and nothing could stop her. She was born to Love and be Loved.