The Sign of Ultimate Immaturity; The Belief that Suffering Entitles You to Something...

We both held deep, dark secrets and we would let them slip in quiet moments, dark and clinging. In the end, it was lost, I think because we both feared what we might find out about ourselves.
We were too alike. It was that which made us seek each other out in the first place and what drove us away in the end. I love her still because I so wanted to find a way to love myself. I don't believe she could ever face loving herself so she left for a man who hated her and himself both, and I hear they are both very happy.