"Our relationship can be really described as a porcelain doll....It was beautiful and clean, the porcelain was white and unscathed, but now the once beautiful, immaculate face has been broken. The porcelain has been shattered and is all over the floor, and you weep as you try to piece it all back together again. You fit the shards together and glue them, placing the marble blue eyes awkwardly back into place. Now you just fear for it, any little touch or vibration could make it collapse and it makes you so goddamn paranoid.... All these little pieces fall out and your hands shake violently as you attempt to replace it. It's exhausting, and repetitive, and frustrating. You just so desperately wish to throw it on the floor and leave it to rot in its millions of white shards, but you don't. You won't give up because that's love....And I refuse to give up on us as much as it hurts me to do so."