We never really know what's ahead of us. Maybe that's why I'm accustomed to the fear of being alone once again, getting used to the shades of sadness in my life. I never really knew how to make words come out of my mouth, telling you how important you are to me. Maybe that's why you try your best to show and tell me how you feel, so that I may be able to show them back to you. And maybe that is why we hurt, we try too much.