You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

Now that she decided she knew exactly what she wanted –him- she couldn’t wait to break the news. And if he didn’t want her, she could live with that – what she wouldn’t be able to live with was if she never told him.

Instead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.