“You stopped loving me. We're a sick, fucking toxic Möbius strip, Amy. We weren't ourselves when we fell in love, and when we became ourselves - surprise! - we were poison. We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way. You don't even really love me, Amy. You don't even like me. Divorce me. Divorce me, and let's try to be happy.”

“We weren’t ourselves when we fell in love, and when we became ourselves – surprise! – we were poison. We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way.”

“You wait up for me I don't wake up for you. Would you like the company or are you sick of me. When your love lets you go you only want love more. Even when love wasn't what you were looking forSpeak slow, tell me love where do we go.”

“Thank you for loving me like you love me. Thank you for showing me that we don't always have to be strong to be there for each other--that it's okay to be weak, so long as we're there.”

“I know...and I love you. But I don't think we love each other in the same way. And...I think keeping you near me, would destroy me.”

“Stop," she shrieked, "stop trying to make it easier." "But we do not love each other. We never have..." "You mean," she screamed, "you have never loved me.”