You Write:

"you cannot protect yourself from sadness

without protecting yourself from happiness

and I’ve been protecting myself from all things, hoping to avoid the possibility of regret. There are things I’ve thought, words I’ve kept at bay, people I could’ve loved if I had let myself, and we beach these ships (right when we had began to get the hang of sailing) so close to shore because vulnerability is the scariest goddamn thing.

And I am just like those presents in 80s sitcoms where the box and lid are wrapped separately, and you can open it up so simply. Oh, I’ve got this lid that you can lift off and away, and I’ll let you in, but I’ll never allow you to"