The hardest part is that for the longest time I knew there was somebody who loved me. Who loved me the most of all people. I knew that no matter what was going on in my life, even between Mark and I, I knew he would always love me. I knew that. I took that for granted.
The hardest part is that he didn't, he wouldn't and he won't. So all of that...the security, the comfort in knowing that no matter what else was happening in the world, someone loved me more than anyone else. I don't feel that way anymore. I know there are a lot of people who love me, but nobody loves me the most. That's the hardest part.
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