I don't want to fall. All I want to do is stand on solid ground.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you can say anything to her, whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to.

Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

It's you. You deserve this. There is a reason this is happening to you.

Your life is inescapable. Unless you decide to escape it.