If I count the ways I love you, we wouldn’t be here very long. If I count the ways you hurt me, our time would stretch into eternity. If I count the times you demeaned me, belittled me, crushed my spirit, we could write a book. If I could add up every missed event, every missed conversation, every missed night, my tears could fill the chasm between us. Indeed, if I could enumerate every heartache, every shattered dream, every broken promise, I would realize we were over before we began.