[ She's quiet for a minute. He's right. She hates that he's right, especially when she knows what it's like to lose someone because they wouldn't take the chance. But there's still all that doubt. ]

She stopped talking to me once. For like... years. She said she was sorry, she regrets it and all, and I believe her, but... It's hard not to be scared it'll happen again if I don't do this right. Or maybe that's just the anxiety talking. It's hard to tell anymore what's worth being scared of and what isn't.