“And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.”

“someone who could love so hard and so well could also hate, and hurt, as deeply”

“When the you loved was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run? How could you fight? When doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?”

“Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.”

“Maybe we lost the things we loved then so we could survive losing everything else.”

“When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when you doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?”