When you love someone you open your heart in front of them. You give them a part of you that you give to nobody else and you let them collide a part of your soul that only they can destroy. You simply hand them a knife and a map to the place where the can cut your heart and your soul inflicting the worst pain ever. They will let you exposed and lost when all you did was love them. And they let you wonder what you did wrong. What is it with you that makes everyone leave? What’s wrong with you that nobody can love you? To happen once is horrible, but when it repeats it becomes a habbit. That’s when we realize that people you once called a friend or a lover is now a stranger, how memories leave bitter-sweet traces on your tongue, how every step makes you think of them and realize that they forgot you. Who wouldn’t be terrified of such thing?