I love her.
I will always love her.
I've fallen in love with taking care of her, and now it would be wrong of me to do so. What kind of sick fucking world is this?
I will always be here for her, no matter what.
Unfortunately, she will never read this, she won't hear me cry in the shower, or on the bus. She won't get the letters I won't send. She won't know my thoughts. God save us.
