They say when you really love someone, you should be willing to set them free. So that is what I am doing. I will step back and you will move on. I will let you go. ... Your happiness means everything to me. I will listen for your voice in the distance. I will look at the moon. I will keep you in my pocket. I will carry your smile with me everywhere, like a warm and comforting glow.

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

How can something so wrong feel so right?

How-how can we make it against the whole world?

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.

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

I am overcome by a feeling of complete detachment. I am a mere object to these people. I am barely human any more.