and yet i can't stop caring

and there are somethings that make me afraid as hell. and not because of me, because i'm not involved at all, but because of people i know, people that matter for me, people who i wouldn't lose even if i was to depart to australia never to return. and while i'm happy for someone, in a way, i'm also afraid, terribly afraid: love can make us feel good, really good, but can also destroy us faster than a hearbeat. and while the good feelings love give us are easy to handle, when shit is the fan we fall into a test that's everything but easy. yes, it's hard but we learn. but a broken heart can only teach us something if we survive to mend it, not if we break ourselves with it.