I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

There has to be a moment at the beginning where you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn’t pass, that’s it—you’re done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it’s even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lovers’ face.

Love and I once had a great relationship, but I fear we've broken up. It cheated on me, wrecked my heart, and then went on to date other people. A lot of other people. And I can't stand to watch it, since love's going to cheat on them too.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.

motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.