Often then not, we pushed the answers to the back of our subconscious mind because we're the truth will frighten us. When you talk to friends you censor yourself, you tell the truth, or your version of it, but you embellish, you're dishonest, but you've told your stories so often you've come to believe them. Because you're afraid one day, everything may just be gone.

You can live with someone, laugh with someone, love someone, and suddenly it's all gone. You want to reach out to them and hold them, but an invisible barrier has sprung up. That's how it is with relationships, it's part of life, and all the great love songs and poems and films.

I've realized how complicated love can be. That love can be passion, admiration and respect, but that passion comes in many forms. That passion doesn't necessarily have to be heart wrenching or gut-clinching. That passion can be comfort, safety and security. That passion can be trust, friendship, familiarity.