
The only thing we have in common is we carried someone for nine months. We both tore ourselves apart to bring someone into this world and while I will always fight for that person, you fight against and try to destroy.
I loved him before he even existed and that has never changed.
I often wonder if you ever had love for Hayley or I, maybe not and maybe that’s never changed either?
The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive but in finding something to live for.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
Dostoevsky