“He - and if there is a God, I am convinced he is a he, because no woman could or would ever fuck things up this badly.”
“So badly did he not want to fuck it up, he could only fuck it up.”
“Could he love this girl the way she deserved? He could love her with everything that he was, and still it wouldn't be enough. He would fuck up somehow, because that is what he did.”
“God, the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life was giving up what he wanted so that the woman heloved could get what she needed.”
“I’m fucked up,” he admitted. “But I could be better than I am. With you, I know I could be. Give me half a chance,” he pleaded.”
“I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others -- The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad.”