"Happiness is I guess first a memory - just a memory of love that used to be."
The strange part of it is that love hasn't gone. I love John and believe he still loves me.
I have been more than touched by the quite apparent feeling of John's sister and mother. They love me, too. There are many people who love me and yet I feel so loneley.
If it would bring John out of his gloom - I would be happy never to see him again. If only I could do something for him.