This is often the ballad of the  separated, divorced, hurt, broken, mistrustful, heartbroken of the world.

The guard is up so high and so strong, every thorough chance at happiness passes them by.

Heart intact. Safe, lonely, small and beating at a normal pace. Never knowing what could have been.

This scares me more than heartbreak.

does being good at being independent mean that you might always  be alone ? Click here to read more of how I feel about being alone (hint: love it/ hate it)