She said, "You don't know me at all, how could you say I'm afraid to love?"
He said, "Yes, I don't know you but can't you see I'm trying to."

He's right. I am afraid. So afraid. There's a part of me that wants to let him in but then I feel myself put
this wall up and I don't understand why. Maybe that's what strikes me most about him: that despite
everything he's suffered, he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. Personally, I've never
known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad that people like him who have lost everything can still be
open to love.. while I, who only have lost some, am not.

Am I scared? Yes, I'm scared of time, most of it. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who
I'm supposed to be.. to find my place in the world before I have to leave it. I'm afraid of what I'll miss.
No-one ever sees that there's this whole other part of me that's just like you: quiet, stubborn and afraid
of showing too much.. and then I met someone who changed everything and he showed me that I can
take a chance even if it's only for a moment.

It happened just how I always imagined it would. So, why do I feel this way? How can something that's
supposed to make you feel so complete end up leaving you feel so empty? I just wished so much I could
talk to him. I need him. And that scares me. But I can't. I know I can't. It hurts too much.

Looking back now, I feel like our lives changed because they had to, and that the real magic was
in bearing witness to all of this and in somehow holding us together when it felt like nothing would
ever be the same again.

Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the
little things. Maybe we just get through it.. and that's all we can ask for.