“Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much? ”
“Why did he have to be so...so...”
“Why did I have to love him so much if we’re not going to end up together?”
“bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things have to disintegrate like that? Why did longing and desire, and friendliness and goodwill too, have to shatter into pieces? Why did they have to be so thoroughfully over?I could make myself cry even more by repeating the key word: love,alone, sad, over. I did it on purpose.”
“Why did something so wrong have to feel so right”
“Why did everyone have to be so goddamn needy?”