“I fear feeling my heart break a second time, because I'm not sure I could survive it. I'd rather live alone than risk the pain.”
“Because I'd rather feel guilty for the rest of my life than for her to have felt a second's fear.”
“If I could be alone, I would. Gratefully. I'd rather be alone than have to pretend I'm okay.”
“And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable. I could live through it. I didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.”
“I could live through it. It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.”
“I think I'd rather have my heart broke than do the breaking. —Lena”