Cecilia Ahern. Where are you (№ 13769)

Love and hate share a fine line. Love frees the soul, but at the same time able to block the airway. I moved through this tightly stretched wire with the grace of an elephant, and the head was urging me in the direction of hatred, and the heart was drawn to the half of love. It was hard work, I was rocked, and sometimes I have failed. Sometimes give up for a long time, but never for too long.
And never for so long as this time.
I'm not asking to be loved. Never wanted to please and didn't ask to understand me. However, I never understood. When I was acting, when he left his bed, escaped from the embrace, hung up the phone and closed the door of his house, I struggled to understand himself and like himself. But it's who I am.
So, I was.