As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

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

He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.

What else could he possibly have done? What choices did he ever have?