“I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn’t pointto.”

“In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I love my melancholy.”

“It would’ve been easier to die. It’s not that I want to be dead now. I don’t. I have a lot in my life that I get satisfaction from, that I love. But some days, especially in the beginning, it was so hard. And I couldn’t help but think that it would’ve been so much simpler to go with the rest of them. But you—you asked me to stay. You begged me to stay. You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow.”

“I love you. You're my only reason to stay alive... if that's what I am.”

“This is not what you want to hear, but to me, it doesn't seem there was a time before I loved you. And though I try to keep my distance from you... even now you keep giving me reasons to love you more.”

“I know you loved me. I just don't understand why you didn't love me enough to stay.”