The heart can't be split too many ways.

Once the fire you've played with burns you a few times, you begin to appreciate the cold.

She's in pain, I can tell
She tells me sometimes, but does she tell me all?
Doesn't she realize that knowing she's hurting
And not being able to help
Kills me inside worse than anything in the universe could?

Do what makes you happiest...If sometime in the future it turns out you love another more than me...
Well, I'll be devastated, but I'll wish you the best.

Hope is for the fool who can no longer find a reason to smile.