Many people believe virgins live sheltered lives, never experiencing anything truly emotional. After all, if we don't have sex, we must not be wise to the ways of the world, right? I've heard it many times: "You've never had your heart broken by a boyfriend. When it happens, then you will understand. Just wait."
Maybe I've never had my heart smashed into a million pieces by a man, but it has been wounded; I have felt the cruel sting of disappointment.
There are other circumstances in life that can break a heart, like seeing your healthy-as-a-horse father forced to suddenly fight for his life. Believe me, my heart has been broken.
Life alone has a way of un-sheltering the sheltered.
I've never had my heart broken by a man, and I openly admit to keeping the "heart card" close to the vest; I do not, and will not, hand it over easily. I suppose, in a way, I keep my heart sheltered, hoping never to experience love-induced heartbreak. Should it happen, I will pick myself up and keep moving forward because that's what you do...that's what it means to be human--you feel, you live, you bend, you break, you rise up, and you grow stronger.
When you think about it, we humans--virgins and non-virgins alike--really are superheroes...because there's no such thing as living a sheltered life.