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.

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?

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

She can't just be a face, a body; there has to be more than that, some kind of connection. And I can't connect, don't want to connect, with anyone.

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?

You cannot undo the past; you can only learn to live with it, find some way of making peace with it, and move on.