“His tiredness hurt so much it kept him awake.”
“I loved Alex so much that it was easier to let him hurt me than to watch him hurt himself.”
“I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.”
“What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?”
“If they knew how much you kept inside to keep from hurting them, but hurting yourself instead, maybe they’d love you more.”
“What little strength he had left flowed out of him and was soaked up; his bones and veins and skin held nothing but tiredness and pain.”