Every day my fight grows stronger, and the lack of sleep makes each night longer. Still I wish for you the best, and I have a deep ache in my chest. For to care for someone who hurts you, but have charges to pursue— It will break your heart. It almost tore me apart.

The almosts become all the way when you allow yourself to be loved again.

Sometimes we can know that solitude will serve us better than one-sided love, and yet struggle to find the strength to face the world alone.