I find it interesting that when a lover leaves, I don't react in a normal way. I don't call my best friends or go crawl in bed with my sister. Instead, I write my thoughts out and put them on the internet. I go out and tell the people who have never been close to me. I have found that in this way, the pain becomes a little less personal. If you share you deepest disappointments with someone who has never seen what's going on inside of you, then they will probably forget. They won't worry the way that your friends will because they never knew there was a reason to even worry. The people who don't know you're broken, treat you like you aren't so it makes it so much easier to act like you're whole. I don't see the point in being vulnerable around the people you love. That's how you get broken in the first place; you trust the people who know how to break you, and then you watch them do it like you had no idea that it was coming. Everybody leaves. And even knowing that it's coming doesn't make it any more bearable than not seeing it coming at all. The people we trust, break us. So why let another person we love, try to help? Eventually they will be the reason you're broken. It's always easier to keep the world at an arm's length and to confide in your enemies. At least then, their intentions are crystal clear and it won't come as a big shock when they try to break you too. It's a lot better to be broken by the people you don't even love than the ones who meant the world to you.