Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

Never before have I imagined my life without him—like this house, he is my only point of reference in this difficult existence, this unstable and frightening world. The thought of his leaving home fills me with a terror so strong, it takes my breath away. I feel like one of those seagulls covered in oil from a spill, drowning in a black tar of fear.

I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.