The nightingales are sobbing in / The orchards of our mothers, / And hearts that we broke long ago / Have long been breaking others.

If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me

That just broke our hearts. It broke our spirits and we've got to regroup.

I wrote to you for a year and you never wrote back. T
rang you over and over again and you would never come to the
phone. What part of that gives the impression that I didn’t care?
~Jonah Griggs

I wrote to you for a year and you never wrote back. I rang you over and over again and you would never come to the
phone. What part of that gives the impression that I didn’t care?
~Jonah Griggs

...the routine of life goes on, whatever happens, we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit.