“I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.”
“In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.”
“I feel safe with him because he is so not my ideal and I feel like I can be myself because I'm not in love with him.”
“I’ll make fun of him, but I’ll call him Him, because if I use his name I’ll immortalize him. After all, who is he? He’s merely my clone.”
“I did not find him absurd. I saw he was kind, that he was on the verge of real love. I thought it would be nice for me to be in love with him, too.”
“That traitorous bastard. The idiot who thinks he's won himself a pretty girl. He has no idea who she is. No idea what she'd about to become.And if he thinks he's even remotely suited to match her, he's even more of an idiot than I gave him credit for.”