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

This whole time, my whole life, that harsh, stony path was leading up to this one point. I followed it blindly, stumbling along the way, scraped and weary, without any idea of where it was leading, without ever realizing that with every step I was approaching the light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel. And now that I've reached it, now that I'm here, I want to catch it in my hand, hold onto it forever to look back on - the point at which my new life really began.

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

And this is something I must accept - even if, like acid on metal, it is slowly corroding me inside.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

Nothing can relieve the pain. Not crying, laughing, screaming, begging. Nothing can change the past.

I love you in–in every kind of way.’ ‘I feel like that too . . .’ His voice is shocked and raw. ‘It’s – it’s a feeling so big I sometimes think it’s going to swalow me. It’s so strong I feel it could kil me. It keeps growing and I can’t – I don’t know what to do to stop it. But – but we’re not supposed to do this – to love each other like this!