He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her.
But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

Why was love such an addictive drug?
Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you.

Now he could say for sure that he'd never known a feeling stronger than that of being at one with another person - that rare feeling of not being alone anymore.

so if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?"
"Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.