I love you madly.

You matter.

After all, suicide is contagious.

...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.

Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . . . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.

It's taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now.