Tears will fall, and hearts will break. But if you cannot accept, only so little you'll eventually be able to take. For with love comes understanding and discussion, even through all the destruction.
Then pray tell me what is the difference. I spilled my heart open because a wound opened. I wasn't trying to bring you back. I was spilling my heart to someone I love.
The difference is telling the other what you're feeling, not making her think you're trying to make her feel guilty for feeling different. And if there's a wound, you know I'm going to bandage it back up and shield it till it heals.