It's horrible being ashamed of someone you care about; it eats away at you. And if you let it get to you, if you give up the fight and surrender, eventually that shame turns to hate.

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.

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?

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

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

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.

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.