Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain.

You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else?

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn’t even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself.

I'll let you go. If you stay.

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.