Jacob Robinson

“Have you ever wanted something so badly that it consumed your very being? Something that you could practically taste on your tounge? Something that was all you thought about, day in and day out? The feeling is so intense that it becomes a part of you. You could feel it under your skin, in your heart, consuming your mind. That was Jacob to me.He was my core.I couldn´t remember a time when I didn´t want him.When I didn´t think about him.When I didn´t love him.””

“Jacob stared down at his boots, looking more interested in a rock on the ground than acknowledging her words. But she knew he needed space, time to process. Sometimes, mental wounds were so much harder to heal than physical ones.””

“Was Jacob’s pain like that rock? Did he think it was better hidden under a fragile shell where no one was the wiser? Gosh, what were the current treatments for mental trauma in 1919? Maybe he didn’t know he was allowed to talk about it.””