It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.

There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

Here's something else, something important: Love is not transactional. It is not a bank account, you don't always get what you put in. Sometimes you put in so much and get very little return on your investment, at least that you can see right away.

I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way

I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to-it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.