"It feels like I've spent years dodging around the same problem with you, fighting the same fight, over and over.  Together we're cutting away at it, piece by painful piece... perhaps we really are making progress.  Perhaps a happy-ever-after is waiting on the other side.  But some days, all I can see is the thorns.  Those old wounds cut into my heart and reopened, scars healing over just to be torn again.  Some days that's all I can feel- I wonder at the purpose of it all.  Is this what love is?  Is it worth it?"