But what if every time something bad happens, it just makes your world a little smaller.

I can see how it starts, how someone can slip through your fingers even when you care so much it hurts.

I wonder what it would be like to actually know how I feel about something before I've already lost it.

It all seemed so fragile to me, the trust we put in others without thinking about it.

I've always believed that the people who feel the most comfortable are the most dangerous to be around.

Surely there must be some limit to how many times you're allowed to hurt another human.

I understand that sometimes the worst part of it all is that you lose control of your own story.

I don't exactly know what's happened to you, but I know that sometimes you can't change other people, you can only change how you respond to them, and that has to be enough.