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.

It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.

If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.

What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.