I think one of the saddest things I’ve seen is when people really love someone or want something, but because of their fear of showing their vulnerability, they refuse to show or share it. Some people only seem able to reveal true emotions or love when they’re drunk, which leads the recipient of that revelation doubting the sincerity. Some never reveal it. What a waste of precious time! As if they have an unlimited supply of hours and opportunities in their life to somehow catch up. As if there will always be another chance or another love. So sad. As for me, I learned long ago that foolish pride should never be more important than love. Making sure that the one I love never has to wonder or doubt how I feel. Does it make me weak to admit it? Hell no. It means I’m so freaking strong that I can handle being vulnerable.