“Part of me still loves. More of me doesn't.”

“But I had loved him. A part of me still did. Maybe more than a part of me, because I'm a complete moron.”

“It doesn't sound so far-fetched, right? When two people love each other? While a part of me still wants to believe it's possible, I know it's not going to happen”

“I don't love him, & he definitely doesn't love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I"m pretty sure doesn't exist.”

“Part of me felt mollified by the letter, though another part felt he still could have been a bit more tactful in his earlier treatment, busy or no. The rest of me pointed out that all of these "parts of me" probably should be in therapy.”

“I stand back from him. I don't understand. You've seen parts of me that are not perfect, and you still love me?”