beauty

What if she hurt me? What if she left me? What if she died? It would have been the end of me. So I cut it short—before she ever could. You know what? It was the biggest mistake I ever made. You’re making that same mistake right now and I’ll be damned if I sit back and watch. You’ve got to risk love, ... risk it. I didn’t. Look at me: empty, lonely, ghost of a man. It doesn’t mean that you’re never gonna get hurt. But I can guarantee you this: any pain you feel will never, ever, compare to the regret that comes from walking away from love. As someone who’s felt a lot of both: trust me. Pain beats regret every day of the week and twice on Sunday. Don’t run away. Don’t do it!