"Maybe I'm a fool."
"For believing. For wishing. For hoping. For dreaming. For... being kind, to myself. For... letting my guard down. But just, for allowing myself... grace, I suppose. But that's what happens when you allow a hardened heart... to soften, I suppose."
"Do you think you shouldn't have, then?"
"Soften. Your heart."
"I don't know. I really don't. I guess I'll never know."
"Because I don't want to know. Because I don't know how much more of this I can take."
"Of being let down. Of being...let go of."
"So holding on is the problem?"
"Not for them. For me."
"What makes you say that?"
"It's not something that...people can see on the surface. They don't realize... how... how fragile I am. Until perhaps, it's too late. Too late for me, that is."
"I guess that's true. I've never seen you as someone who'd... let things like this, affect you that much."
"Well, now you know. Now you know who, or rather what, I really am."
"And what would that be?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"Don't say that."
"It's the chances we take. The mistakes we make. That's what counts."
"What does it matter, when you can give it, but you can't take it?"
"But they're two different things you're referring to now."
"And I've only ever been on one side of it. The losing side."