The risk of love

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves, 123:

Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to 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. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation.

About being in love …

We’re both looking for something we’ve been afraid to find;
It’s easier to be broken, it’s easier to hide

Looking at you, holding my breath;
For once in my life I’m scared to death.
I’m taking a chance letting you inside:

I’m feeling alive all over again,
as deep as a sky under my skin;
like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I’m wrong, I’m feeling right
where I belong with you tonight;
like being in love, she said for the first time.

The world that I see inside you waiting to come to life;
waking me up to dreaming, reality in your eyes.

Looking at you, holding my breath;
for once in my life I’m scared to death.
I’m taking a chance letting you inside:

I’m feeling alive all over again,
as deep as a sky under my skin;
like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I’m wrong, I’m feeling right
where I belong with you tonight;
like being in love, she said for the first time.

We’re crashing into the unknown;
we’re lost in this, but it feels like home.

I’m feeling alive all over again,
as deep as a sky under my skin;
like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I’m wrong, I’m feeling right
where I belong with you tonight;
like being in love, she said for the first time.

Like being in love, she said for the first time;
like being in love, to feel for the first time …

— “The First Time”, Lifehouse

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