我走之后, 你会想念我吗?

when you start asking how much you mean to her, if she'll miss you, how much she cares about you... you probably love yourself more than you love her.

im trying very hard to stop loving myself.

i'd never understood how love is sacrifice. i'd believed that love is fair. or we try to. it goes both ways. there's reciprocation.

here lies the laughable irony that both of us had thought i'd be gone in a while, i wont take it seriously... yet now i have reasons to suspect, you are of special importance to my soul.

sacrifice.

it's much easier said, than how painful it is to do.