❝ Why do we love when we don't have anyone to love at all? Is love a feeling of factitious so there wouldn't be so much despair, yet we cannot outrun it? ❞
❝ Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching. ❞
❝ I gave you your promise ring to hold onto your finger for one year, and I my own. I’ll wear your name on my heart til I die. Because you were and always will be my love, you were my last love forever. ❞
❝ Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot. ❞