All the walls I smashed down, that she smashed down, are being cemented back together. Right in front of me. But there’s one thing I’ve realized in all of this: I couldn’t compartmentalize Jane. Not very well in the past, not at all in the present, and there’s no fucking way I’ll be able to in the future. I’ve given up a lead position. I’ve lost my privacy. I’ve risked the safety of my family. All for her—and at the end of the fucking line, I can’t shove her in one box and walk away. I couldn’t then; I can’t now. She is everywhere inside of me. And that’s where I want her to be.
