People with good hearts, people who love genuinely, actually win. Others think they don't because what they call winning is measured by a different trophy. But the people who love play for something else and they actually walk away with it.

They win the ability to love over and over again and to receive love when it is given. They win a heart that even after it has been hurt, carries no bitterness.

For what significance is there in winning at being loved more, when your heart has become so hardened that it cannot receive love? What is the point of taking affection, attention, admiration, people...from others yet you will never truly enjoy any of it because bitterness has filled every part in you where joy should have lived?

The greatest victory in love is not being loved more than everyone else, it is remaining capable of love in a world where the hearts of many have grown cold.