There is no real happiness. There is only hope, the destruction of hope, and the misery and anger between.
Two hours later. 10:50pm The worst part is she knows he's gone. She didn't hear us. She doesn't really see the fight yet. She cries and cries and cries. I lay in her bed and she's asleep but it's not enough. I have never been enough and I will never be enough. But he can't be here. We can't need him forever because he can't be here. And then she wakes my other love. My heart. And he loves her too much, he loves all of us too much. He is the ultimate loving and open...