You don't die. You just... get really angry and then after you're angry you hurt a lot and then the best thing is that one day you remember something she said or did and you laugh instead of crying.

You said to me once that you weren’t what I dreamed of. You were right. You surpass everything I dreamed of. Even the rot in you that’s caused you to do shameful things. Some men let the rot and guilt fester into something ugly beyond words. Few men can turn it into worth and substance. If you’re gods’ blessed for no other reason, it’s for that.

She knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, it’s to tell her that something bad has happened.

Someone had to be blamed. Someone had to die. (...) What you can't understand, you destroy.

She misses him more now than when he was away

And I hear nothing because it's like the volume button has been turned down on our lives and nobody has anything to say anymore." "I want to be an adjective again. But I am a noun.

People with lost personalities will suffer a great deal more than those with lost virginities.