fear of the unknown
Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for a person, whether it be out of respect, love or gratefulness, is just to keep quiet, and to keep walking on down that road, because, you know? You'll never get anywhere if you turn back. And neither will they. You start to realize that the cost of temporarily relieving your own pain isn't worth the price of burdening someone you care about.
It takes a long time to learn this. And a lot of trail and error, to know when to speak up, and when to keep your mouth shut. A lot of regrets. A lot of "what ifs". It's easy to bury some emotions: shame, fear, worry. Those go to the dark corners of us, to get stamped out when possible. To lurk when not. But it's harder to bury the best feelings: love, hope, joy. It's torture to lock these things up, behind a door in the life you once lived, and to walk away.
(I've been reading a really interesting book lately, and it's made me a bit philosophical and nostalgic tonight).
Image made a with a Hasselblad 500 C/M.