All I keep hearing in my head, like the crashing of waves, is what you said "If I leave you six months from now, you will survive, you'll be just fine".
This must be what it feels like to be alone, in a cave by the cold ocean, where the sound is echoed and ampilified until the sounds of the water and the seabirds are all one monotonous, unbearable roar, and one prays for deafness.
Talk of babies, and abandonment in one breath is too much. But I'm glad for the truth. Now I need a life raft before I go insane and drown, like Ophelia.