Maybe, as much as you try, you can't completely control whether you get hurt. And it will sting. And you will cry.
It will break you and you will wonder how you can recover.
But you do... because... well, life does not end over mere heartbreak. You heal. You pick up. You go on.
You go on stronger. You don't really even think about it -- you just do, one foot in front of the other. You survive. You patch over the places where you were wounded... and you just survive.
But what you don't realize is that you survive stronger.
One day, someone will hurt you again -- Life is like that.
But as you crouch into your defensive stance... you begin to realize that you are not the same person that was hurt the first time. Somewhere in your survival, you got tougher. You changed. You accept less crap. You demand more respect -- and you should.
You realize that this time is different. That this time, you are different.
Maybe it still hurts this time... but this time, you will face it with courage and strength and a knowledge of who you are now.
And they won't hurt you the same way -- because you won't let them.
You're different now and it's time they knew.