When I stop writing to you one day and eventually I will know that it wasn't because I stopped missing you. It wasn't because I stopped loving you. It was because it never got any better, no matter how much time went by or how many pages I sacrificed as martyrs to your cause. The emotion ran deeper than the words and it was never going to matter how many of them I dredged up out of the darkness more were always going to loyally take their place.