“And I know that I could. I could like you, let myself really care for you. But if I did, I just know that I'd throw more and more of myself down into that abyss, and it wouldn't begin to fill it. Rose, you just need more than I have to offer. There's so much pain there that I could never heal. And I'd want to, I'd shrivel up and wither long before anything started to get better for you. It would just be worse for both of us, in the end.”