love has extreme feelings...one is being loved and the other is being hurt...

hurting the person you love is hurting yourself

Love is like a pane of glass.. It can take harsh beatings from the weather around it... But if it gets hit in the right place it shatters.. And when you try to pick it up... You end up getting cut.

I know...and I love you. But I don't think we love each other in the same way. And...I think keeping you near me, would destroy me.

It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.

The pain started years ago, but I'd lived with it for so long at that point that I'd accepted it as an inevitable part of me.