I've seen it happening once. I've seen a life crumbling down slowly over the course of twenty years - twenty years of quiet hatred, resentment, suspicion, obsession, paranoia. Twenty years of war, gone way beyond the point of no return. Twenty years of loneliness, of breaking in every possible way to salvage what could never be salvaged. A life wasted, rushing to catch up now when everything, even the hatred, was spent. I've seen it happening to someone dear to me. And I surely as hell wouldn't want the same for me.