I haven't been hurt a lot, no, i've been fairly lucky. But the few times that I have been hurt... I was really hurt. And I began to realize, I was getting hurt so bad because I was opening myself up to these people almost completely. And it wasn't only guys, ohh no, I had my best friends in the world rip my heart out and stomp on it. And I just kept letting it happen. And that when I realized just that. I kept letting it happen. So that's when it started. I stopped getting close to people, pretty much totally. And if I did get close to people, I kept a watch out. Yeah, i'll open up to you, but i'm never off my guard. You know how dogs and horses smell fear? Well, I trained myself to smell when i'm close to getting hurt. When I even get a hint of it, my walls shoot up. I start to push whoever the person is away. I start to tell them less and I am less of a happy person around them. Soon, they are out of my life, and my heart is still intact. It's a flawless operation; I mean, if I keep my heart blocked by walls, it will never be torn out again. Now, of course, it'll never be hugged, or kissed, or loved. And i've already lost quite a few really great people because I felt like they might have the opportunity to hurt me... but it's fool proof. It works.It has never been a question of who forgets. But sometimes, there's a definite pain on being the one who remembers everything.