And I know how he feels—it’s so good it hurts. I think I’m going to die from happiness. I think I’m going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing.

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

This is the definition of happiness: a whole day stretching out ahead of me, beautiful in its emptiness and simplicity.

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 mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

Get through today – you can fall apart tomorrow. Get through tomorrow, you can fall apart the day after . . .

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.