Sometimes I imagine I'm bearing all this pain because I've drawn the short stick on which parallel universe I am in.
Is this the one where nothing works out? The one where I will always be alone? The one without a happy ending?
Maybe one of us has to bear all the bad things, for the other to get all the good things.
It gives me a sense of purpose and relief to know that each day I suffer, is one more day of happiness for her.
Let her have everything I never had. Let her have everything I will never get.
I'll take all the hits.
Please, let at least one of us be happy.















