I genuinely and wholeheartedly love someone like I’d love my children. I find happiness in what makes them happy, I keep track of all the little things that leak from our conversations and surprise her with them when she’s not feeling well. What pains me is that I can’t do anything about it, it’s and it will be a one way road for quite a while, I’d be more than happy tell people what to do and don’t because I know what I need to do to pull myself out of this emotionless pit of constant suffering, but I just can’t and knowing that someone else can potentially get this miserable pains me. Even now I could’ve probably done something if it wasn’t for the build-up that resulted from my obliviousness. Love is such a b**** and I so so wish I can find an escape from this shithole that I found myself in. Please do not repeat my mistakes, if you give more from yourself you will end up miserable, broken-hearted, sitting on your chair while crying and writing an anonymous confession on a website.