I suppose it happens to a lot of people right? Its got to, I cannot be the only person in the whole wide world that has gone through this, this pain you could call it I think although its not really my pain to have to take. Well where else was it to go it was his but then he ended it stopped it and passed it onto me now. I feel his pain, his anger but I could never do what he did, how he did it just doesn't make sense to me/. The way he stopped It, finished it and passed it to me. I suppose it was a sort of release for him after all the struggling against the odds, against the people. It feels like I could have done something, should have done something, anyone could have done something, helped not that he would have taken my help but if I wasn't to distant, listened to him when he told me he changed when he said he loved me.now I feel his pain, his anger, his fury, his hate, his misunderstanding, his hope and when it fails it failed him and I feel I now return his love, his love the tingly feeling I get when I think about his grey eyes looking at me, his smile his silky hands voice and his love.

But it's hard to love a dead person isn't it?

~Ginny, with love