Just 'cause you can't see me don't mean I gone away.
You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.
do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?
The problem with you is that you always see a glass of milk half empty instead of half filled.
Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?