"It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you.. They didn`t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn`t your own darkness, so simple a phrase like “maybe we should be just friends” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. No just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It`s a soul-hurt, a real gets inside you and rips you apart pain. I hate love"
Има сълзи, които чакат да бъдат изплакани...и ще бъдат!
Има сърце, което мълчи. Защото няма правото да говори. И ще си мълчи.