Holding back her tears was so hard to do, but she still succeeded, until she reached her room and shut the door. She leaned her back to it weakly as she let her tears run down on her face, but she held back making loud sobs. She could feel her heart clenching, Jerry cut at her and then crawled back into her affections. He strikes, wounds, and draws blood to win any victory no matter how petty. Then showed up again like he did nothing wrong. But she had enough. She would love herself enough to find nurture in times of heartache, to remind herself of the reasons she is worthy of love, to rediscover herself and the passions that make her come alive within. She doesn't care if Jerry already has his memories of her, of their moments together, of their past, whether it is pain or happiness.

