From her diary.

28th April 2009

I'm getting used to your absence. Though I don't want to, it just crept to me like blood rushing through my veins. It's not your fault, not mine either. I guess no one can halt the inevitable. I just have one fear -- I fear of one day realizing you're no longer my first thought in the morning. Then it was all for nothing. But like I've said, it's inevitable. We just have to wait till the longing comes back through my veins.

Pathetic.

When you cry and I look at you, I feel pity. Not because you've been balefully abused, but because you have let yourself be abused. And that's something I would never allow myself to get into.