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'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?

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.

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

I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?

I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you of all people. Throughout my life you were the one person I could turn to. The one person I could always count on to understand. And now that I’ve lost you, I’ve lost everything.

Pressed up against him, I can feel the thud of his heart against mine, his ribcase expanding and contracting rapidly against my chest, the warm whisper of his breath tickling the side of my neck, the brush of his leg against my thigh. Resting my arms on his shoulders, I pull back a little to get a look at his face. But he isn't smiling any more.