say try.

Isn't there something so beautiful in each one of us, so sacred and close to our souls, that nobody knows of its existence because we want to keep it for ourselves until we find the right person to share it with? Aren't we just scared of letting the wrong person see it and break it into a million, irreparable pieces? I think so. And it's so beyond lovely that I can't think of a word for it. Is there a word for it? Maybe. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's hope. Maybe it's life.