In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don’t know if I’ll ever smile again.
To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.
The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much.