If there was a video recording every single moment of how I endured their quarrels, you would see the damage they had done.
If there was some kind of a tool to peek inside my heart to see how it was never whole, you would understand why I seemed so cold sometimes.
If you had seen the damage inside of me, you would discover that I'd give anything to prevent something similar from happening to us.
If you had seen whatever is left of me, you could never bring yourself to blame me for wanting to take the easier way out.
But I don't think you can. Because if you had, I wouldn't be writing all these now.