Maybe it’s not that I am heartless, but suppose that every time I find someone that I see a glimpse of goodness and trust within them, that a recurring little voice pops in my head. Reminding me of all that I would be putting on the line, all the hurt that I would be opening myself up to endure. I like any other, do truly wish to find someone to love and to be loved in return, but the notion of le…tting someone see me at my most fragile state terrifies me to the core. And above all else I’m afraid of the harm that I myself may inflict, because I know that it’s one thing to feel your own hope slip away, but there’s no greater sorrow then when you watch someones happiness fade, even just the slightest bit, and your forced to walk around with palms of crimson as a reminder of what you stole. At times it seems easier to be seen as heartless then to let someone give you theirs in your already blood soaked hand. I am cursed to be forever torn between my selflessness and my selfishness.