“You love him, man,” was what Jensen did say. “You love him so much, you’re making plans to go to hell for him.”

“There is nothing that makes us love a man so much as praying for him.”

“You love him so much it feels like you can't go on without him. You feel like you might die without him.”

“Problem is, you can’t accept that his relationship had a real short shelf life. You’re like a dog at the dump, baby – you’re just lickin’ at the empty tin can, trying to get more nutrition out of it. And if you’re not careful, that can’s gonna get stuck on your snout forever and make your life miserable. So drop it.”“But I love him.”“So love him.”“But I miss him.”“So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it.”

“You risked much, to give your love to such a one.I stared at him. Love?Did you not know, until now, when you must say goodbye?”

“Why did I have to love him so much if we’re not going to end up together?”