If nothing else comes of this I know that we've had good times filled with happiness, true and pure happiness, and that he, whether that end up being me or another, will give you all that you truly deserve. That same happiness that originally was so great, but everlasting. All I want is that and although it may pain me as of right now, I guess that's what love is. Right? Seeking another's happiness in spite of your own. A completely selfless pursue of joy and fulfillment. Love is both awesome and awful, both joyous and painful. A double-edged sword. I simply hope that our sword hasn't cut too deep and that our wound may still yet be mended. Love is a tricky subject but I am still trying my best, I assure you of that.