“But she never just accepted me for the way I was.”

“She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.”

“She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.”

“I never defended myself. Not once. I never said, "Excuse me? What gives you the right to insult and demean me?" I let them steal my dignity.”

“What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?”

“Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.”

“Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.”