My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

How did my world get so small?

So what do you have to confess now?"
I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth.
"I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this."
"What is 'this'?"
"Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say goodbye to hope's disappointment.

It's disappointing. I think every guy's pride is hurt a little bit, especially the guys that have been around here for a while because we're not really used to getting pushed around, and we kind of did.