It isn’t about this being hard. It isn’t about having to pick up the pieces. It’s not about money. It never is with me. It’s about having to go through it alone. And I feel so painfully alone. I am willing to do it if that is what it takes to make it up to you. I just don’t know how I will make it if you are not waiting for me at the other side of this. Something tells me that you will be. It is the only thing that keeps me going.