I’m not so sure how I’m going to do this. It’s already harder than I ever anticipated. I can normally hold it together pretty well, but this has somehow rapidly proven my limits. Because I love him, that much I know. And through this I see the truth that he too loves me. So there is this agonizing comfort that comes from that. Painfully soothing, yet tenderly devastating. Yet the sadness still overpowers, and I can’t help but wonder if it will always remain?