She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark, almost black, filled with pain. She'd let someone do that to her. She'd known all along she felt things too deeply. She became attached. She didn't want a lover who could walk away from her, because she could never do that - love someone completely and survive intact if her left her.
Life gives us choices. You either grab on with both hands and just go for it, or you sit on the sidelines.
And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.