“Although part of me ached for more, I could do nothing less than go on loving her, even though she might never reciprocate the same way. I’d continue to accept her for who she was, and I’d have to be satisfied with what she was able to give me, even if it would never be enough.”

“Although part of me ached for more, I could do nothing less than go on loving her, even though she might never reciprocate the same way. I’d continue to accept her for who she was, and I’d have to be satisfied with what she was able to give me, even if it would never be enough.”

— Jody Hedlund