Vulnerable.

But you were innocent. You were head over heels. You were wide-eyed and adoring and I pitied you. I was always a little detached, waiting for you to break through my barriers, waiting for you to say the one thing, do the one thing that would win me over. You got close, but you never quite made it. You were the perfect �almost�. Yet no one has ever gotten closer than you.

If we are connected to so many other people as never before, then why do we feel so alone?

The thing is, every place you've been, every person you've known, every thing you've ever done, these are just knots and hitches, and I've started to disentangle myself already.

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Oddly, it's the silence that cuts deeper than words.