“I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.”

“I always know exactly where you are in a room", he tells me without looking round. "I know how many times you run your fingers through your hair. I know when you look at me as well as the precise instant you look at anyone else.”

“Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.”

“I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.”

“I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.”

“I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.”

“I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.”