“What you don’t do, another man will and steal her heart,” they say. What more can I do than to love her with my all? Why should I try to protect something that wants to be taken away from me? How is it my responsibility to make sure someone’s legs are heavy enough not to walk out, especially when hard times visit us and their heart isn’t loyal enough to make sure there are no unlocked doors for their favorite thief to come in? I say, “You will always lose what isn’t meant to be yours.”