Lonely Choices

I've been thinking about choices lately. The ones ive chosen and the ones I haven't. The ones I've regretted and the ones I've come to terms with.
Tell me, how can you say you've made the right choice if it ends up hurting someone else? Is it better to spare them the pain at the cost of my own? If so, I don't know how much longer I can last.

I see you're lonely, and in that sense we are more similar then we ever imagined. And in my loneliness I think of you, and how given the chance I'd like to think we could change that.
But in my weakness I over think things, and in that sense I know the circumstances proceed me trying anything bold or brave.

Is bravery a trait we are born with or is it something we learn? If the later, then teach me.
Teach me to use my words rather than hold onto them, then that way I may be able to say something beautiful rather than write it.
Perhaps then we could be something beautiful than just fiction.
Perhaps?