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

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

If I keep breathing, then I have to keep living, and if I keep living, then I have to keep hurting, and I can't - not like this.

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.

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