Don’t be upset that I don’t love you any more. Be upset that I once did and don’t any more. I gave you my heart but you treated me horribly. You should never have hit me the first time, much less the second or third. Once I began to fear you my heart emptied quickly. D.P.
I know that it’s easier to look at death
than it is to look at pain,
because while death is irrevocable,
and the grief will lessen in time,
pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.