It's not what the world holds, it's what you bring to it.

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.
–Sir Winston Churchill

Maybe I had said too much, maybe I hadn’t. Maybe I had given up too much, maybe it wasn’t too much.  Maybe since then, I’ve forgotten, maybe I haven’t. The one who loves the most is the one who loses the most. It’s true, if I could go back and change one thing, I would have realized the importance of maintaining my own sense of self, that way, maybe we wouldn’t have exhausted our patience and squandered some of the happiest days of our lives fighting.

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I know how I feel about you, there’s no “maybe” in that, but I can’t voice it. I’m utterly incapable of letting my guard down because I feel like if I don’t say certain things, show certain emotions, then I have the free-will to retract the feelings behind them. And that, is the only way to prevent heart-break.