Please stay. Please don’t leave. I want to tell you every day.
I want to have you.
You have survived a lot. There’s no giving up now.
It’s hard to say those words. Especially hard when you know they’re not true.
I hit a motorcycle. There lies on the floor a man, a woman, and a child. How? Why?
I’m sorry because I focused so much on my own pain that I forgot that you were suffering too.