I bet it gets pretty lonely with only your ego for company.

Because she knows what it's like to live in a world of black, and black, and the tiny bit of white, but when she escaped it, she didn't find the rainbow of colors, the dresses, the singing, the dancing. She only found ugliness.

Cause, frankly, the way I see it, you and me? Inevitable.

—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

It was almost painful, I thought, to have a heart so swollen with gratitude and what must have been pure, untainted happiness. I wanted to live inside the feeling forever.

But there's a beginning in an end, you know? It's true that you can't reclaim what you had, but you can lock it up behind you. Start fresh.

If you're going to knock down my suggestion, you'd better have one to replace it.