There was a time when I felt everything there was to feel with you. From blinding rage to bitter jealousy; searing love to utter despair. And then, the worst one of all—sweet, irrational hope—like a hypnotic melody leading me to the edge of a cliff. Here I am on the other side, the baptism of every human emotion. What happens after you feel everything there is to feel? Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.

Houve um tempo em que eu sentia tudo o que havia para sentir com você. Da raiva cegante ao ciúme amargo; amor abrasador ao desespero total. E então, a pior de todas – doce e irracional esperança – como uma melodia hipnótica me levando à beira de um penhasco.