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“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.”

“I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.”

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In some parallel universe, I know you held me tighter. You tried harder. You said, “Look my love, I will meet you halfway.”

Shutting everyone out has been the way I don’t have to deal with my problems. But it’s not fair to you. You’re a good person. It’s not an easy thing to say, because there are so many people in this world who aren’t. I’m a better person for having known you.”

“I have to thank you for many happy hours, for I have read your poems with my door locked late at night and I have read them on the seashore where I could look all round me and see no more sign of human life than the ships out at sea...”

There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.