This is actually my response to electronichss comment on the post below but it was too long to be a comment so I had to post it instead :)

Hm, that's a good question, and my answer is I really don't know.
You know when youre little (especially as a little girl), people feed u all kinds of crap about love and marriage and stuff like that. On one hand, I can understand the need to cushion little kids from the hardships of those things, however on the other hand, it basically sets people up to be completely unprepared for reality and knocked off their feet by disillusionment during their tween and teenage years. So then you're scrambling to suddenly make sense of it all and in the end many people, myself included, question the existence of true love at all. The maturity difference between girls and guys during those times, and really beyond them as well, really fucks everything up as well. First u have a bunch of innocent, good-natured girls get fucked up by stupid, immature guys, who then get similarly terrible treatment when they actually begin to mature (somewhere around 18) and have nothing left but the bitchy, ripped up remains of a bunch of angry and disillusioned females. My whole point in describing this process is to describe some small part of where I'm coming from when I say that I haven't believed in true love for a long time. What is love, really? I mean what's the point of it? 48% of marriages get divorced, they thought they loved each other didnt they? Certainly love can be used to take control of someone or as an apology when someone has done something that someone who is in love would never do. Even family love, which is supposed to be the strongest of all, often doesnt hold. Myself alone, and I have a pretty good family as far as families go, have been abandoned by two grandmas and an uncle who decided that I just wasn't worth their time anymore despite having known me for years. But despite the fact that I think a lot of couples are kidding themselves, and that all relationships are threatened by sudden fallout (no matter how "in love" they are), I am not a closed book. What I believe comes from what I have observed and experienced, and I will continue to change based on new observances and experiences. Perhaps I have accepted such a harsh view of love because I have very little to counterbalance it with. Therfore, in the future there is a possibility that I will change my mind, maybe even dramatically, but not until I have solid proof that what I have concluded from all my years of living is wrong. What I DONT want is to be one of those stupid girls who swoons under every charming guy and forgets about everything that she has learned to be wary of in the past, then wonders why she keeps getting hurt over and over again. So, to answer ur question, I know I could do that if there were no voices because I've already done it once before I had any. Now that I have plenty, it would be far more difficult. And anyway, as the song describes, I tend to let people go because I think that if love exists then they should go find it and stop wasting their time with me. After all, I wouldnt want to have to try to love someone like me, who wants to love a bunch of broken pieces that are afraid of letting someone put them back together again? I'm very talented at making easily detachable connections with people, that I can do without much risk or effort, but I dont think in the long run that it would be a rewarding experience for the other person because I cant put much of myself into it. Love, on the other hand, frightens me because I sense that it requires a giving away of yourself where u r so completely entwined with the other person that when u seperate u have nothing left. This has happened to me only once in my lifetime, except that the connection was made out of desperation and not love, and when it ended it was the single most painful thing I have ever been through, with a time of rebuilding that lasted for longer than I care to admit. Thus, will I ever be willing to give myself up like that again, i don't know. To me, that is kind of like asking if, after almost dying from setting oneself on fire, to do it again and see if it turns out any different. Maybe it would, but at least for the moment my heart stays as far away from love as possible.