I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.

I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count

People screw up, you know. You shouldn't hold it against them. You shouldn't expect everyone to know everything you're thinking about or not getting from them. It doesn't mean they don't love you. They just screwed up.

We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.

Why could we say more to each other when it counted less?

There are words and there are feelings and somewhere between where the two meet is the truth

That's the brutality of a breakup, isn't it? The people leaving think they did everything possible, the people left behind think what is possible hasn't even been tested yet.