“I just want to be happy. I want to feel better.”

“I want that. I want that awful intense and serious unhappiness, cos then I might feel better, and then I might be happy.”

“I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.”

“I just want that, the way I feel when you kiss me. Just having it makes all the bad things better.”

“Friends. Strange indeed. There's just so much at risk, including my heart and mental stability - which are both still extremely fragile. I'm getting better but my heart still aches for you. I'm also having a hard time dealing with the fear. I don't want to be sad anymore. I don't want to cry, worry, or be scared anymore. I just wish I could feel free and happy again. If I can't talk to you at all, it's unbearable. If I talk to you too much, it's unbearable. It doesn't leave much. I want us both to be happy. I just want everything to be okay for you and me. I don't want anyone else to hurt. I feel like I've hurt enough for everyone. I've cried enough tears to fill everyone's bucket.”

“Lena: I just want to be happy. I just want to be normal, like everybody else.Alex: Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?”