"Unequal love", he said. That's what really killed him. That she loved him less than he loved her. He'd rather have not been loved at all, than loved less, to be the only one suffering with the unbearable intensity of his love, while hers left her calm and composed.
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
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