“I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.”
“You promise me, he said. That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.”
“If I truly loved him, she said, I would let him go. I wish I loved him enough.”
“I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.”
“I wish I could make him understand that a loving good heart is riches enough, and that without it intellect is poverty.”
“That’s why it was so impossible to tell him goodbye — because I was in love with him. Too. I loved him, much more than I should, and yet, still nowhere near enough. I was in love with him, but it was not enough to change anything; it was only enough to hurt us both more. To hurt him worse than I ever had.”