I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.

Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.

With you, I am Eve. And you are my beautiful Adam. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked.

If all you can promise me is today, I'll take it and hope for tomorrow.

Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.

Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.

You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.