"No one is afraid of heights, they are afraid of the fall. No one is afraid to play, they are afraid to lose. No one is afraid of the dark, they are afraid of what's in it. No one is afraid to say "I love you", they are afraid of the response."

"You can come up with a million reasons for us not to like you...but haven't we already chosen to accompany you as friends?"

Ah the feeling of the dam breaking as the water rushes out. At the end of the torrent, the river sighs in relief. 
In a frenzy of Confusion. Depression. Chaos. Despair. This sentence broke through. Like the single sun beam that shines through the storm clouds. Turning into a flood of light and warming the ground beneath it. 
How can words alone fill one up so easily as they can empty?


I still don't understand.