Pride is such a funny thing. You can hold on to it for so long until you don't even remember why you're clinging on so tightly in the first place. And the in moment, in the second you let go, you become unbearably vulnerable. You regret letting your guard down because now someone has the power to hurt you, to know you. It's an uncomfortable feeling. Everything comes down to how that person handles this power. Handled delicately, it could be so beautiful. But in the wrong hands, it could mean disaster. It could mean pain. And then you're left to build yourself back up again, because the one person you counted on to build you up has betrayed you. And you once again grab on tightly to pride and refuse to let go.
