I can count on my hands the male people who are not related to me that I have said the words "I love you" to.

There are a few who I have stopped loving (or never really loved at all), but the rest I love to this day. And when they are unhappy, I am unhappy.

As I have said before, I hate it when people don't talk to me - I don't mind if they talk to other people, but when I know that they don't talk to anybody, not just me, but no one, I get worried.

I have been lucky with life; no real pain, my parents separation wasn't impossible to cope with and deaths are part of it all.

There are some things in life that render you speechless. Amazing love, hatred, faith or skill to name a few. But this is different; this is not speaking because you can't trust yourself. You don't know the consequences of what you'll say or how they will rebound on you. So you say nothing. It builds and builds and you block everyone out - there are people you trust, but not in the way that you should. Because you've kept quiet for so long the thing has grown inside of you, seeming bigger and more terrifying than even the memories you carry.

What happens when you're about let someone in? and don't?

What happens when you're choking on your words because you've never said them like this, and you don't say them at all?

What happens when your dream is in front of you, and you can't take it because of the shit inside your own head that has turned you against yourself?

"...yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there's still time to change the road you're on..."

But will there always be another path?

They say nothing is certain

love is.