She had been afraid to admit she liked him, after having bad experiences with heartbreak.
She had been afraid to kiss him, having lost much of her trust to past lovers.
She had been afraid to love him, after hurting the ones she'd loved most.
She had been afraid to marry him, knowing nothing good she had ever lasted.
She had been afraid to let her guard down, gaining trust back piece by piece.
She watched it shatter before her eyes, knowing love had clouded the voice in her head that knew something would go wrong.
More than anything, she despised that clueless bubble of hope in her heart whispering that she could be wrong.
Because her brain new she wasn't.