But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.

Someday, even my existence would be felt.

Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

I feel the pain—everywhere.

I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.