“Tell me why it feels like you're a part of my soul?”

“She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave”

“She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave”

“Tell me. Tell me why you think you're leaving me again. Because you're not, you know. You're not leaving without me”

“I know about love. I know about wanting and dreaming and wishing with every piece of your soul. I know enough to recognize the parts that are real and the parts that are only fantasy.' ... 'Like when she cries and my heart tears into little shreds and all I can think about is making her forget the source of her saddness.' ... 'Thats real.' ... 'And fantisy?' 'Believing she might ever feel the same way.' ... 'Why didn't you tell her? The girl you love. Why didn't you tell her how you feel?' ... 'Because,' ... 'she doesn't want to know.”

“I dont know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too. ”