"If I were to write our love story, no one would believe it. My real-life story is unbelievable. I tell my friends, but they dismiss my love for you as puerile, inconsequential. I tell them what happened and they consider me foolish.  Perhaps I never manage to convey how much I loved you. I say it: I love you. I love you so much my heart aches, as physical hurt.  But what does it mean really?  Words, nothing but words. If I could show them how much I loved you, how much I love you still, they might see why I stayed, how I let the story unfold.  If I could show them, I would be able to explain how I let the cruelest man in the world destroy any remaining dignity I had."