[It feels so painfully familiar. These feelings belong to someone else and yet they touch so close to his own. Two entirely different sets of people trying desperately to connect and two very different but hurtful circumstances. He can't help but feel like he understands. The good, the bad, the ugly... they're all things he's struggled with and clung to, both unable and unwilling to let go. The weight of feeling you've been given things you can't possibly deserve and the worse pressure of selfishly wanting them so desperately in your heart--]

...if all you did was hurt her-- that would be it, wouldn't it?

[There'd be no reason to keep clinging, to keep wanting. But he'd learned that love wasn't that simple.]

People hurt each other even without meaning to... even if it's the last thing they ever wanted to do. But she probably saw just how much you loved her. That's why she never gave up on you. She didn't want you to give up on yourself, either.