“Please, Care.” “I would never wish what I’ve been through on anybody. Not my worst enemy and certainly not you. And yet sometimes … sometimes I wish I could give you my pain for just a minute. A single minute, not so that you hurt, too, but to help you understand how much this has damaged me. I think that would make me feel less alone, and sometimes I wonder … if I felt less alone, would it make getting out of bed a little bit easier?” Shame forces my gaze down. “I want you to know that I’m happy for you. I always have been and always will be. I’m just … sad for me.”
