After all this time I had a terrible hope you'd be there for me. Funny how just one line of text can affect my life so bad. I need to thank you, though. Dreams of you got me through hell. You have taught me so much about who I am and how I'm not good enough. Every day when I hit the gym I'm tearing down and breaking who I was. Why? Because who I am hates who I've been and who I was, I can never be again. I wish you the best in life, because you deserve it. Goodbye Mashiara.

Donec rursus convenerimus.