There was so much I wanted to tell you but I held it all in. I swallowed and swallowed till it almost drowned me. All I wanted was to hear you say you love me, just once. Even if it’s as silent as the wind.
“My despair reached such a height that I could do nothing but think of the horrible condition in which I found myself. I saw only one thing — death. Everything else was a lie.”—Leo Tolstoy, after finishing Anna Karenina