[calendula] A man never got a woman back, not by begging on his knees
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
— Anaïs Nin
We are done. The cancer has metastasized to my heart, and I am alone once more.