"When you love someone... truely love them, friend or lover,
you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of
Yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them
inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally
hand them the raxor with a map of where to cut deepest and
most painfully on your heart and soal. And when they do
strike, It's crippling-like haveing your heart carved out. It
leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make
them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love
them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith
with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is
bad enough... but to have it repeated? Who in their right
mind would not be terrified of that?"