“I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything”

“I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there.”

“It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.”

“You can't love anything more than something you miss.”

“I am doing something I hate for you. This is what it means to be in love.”

“He ran the back of his hand up her cheek, with the pretense of wiping away sweat. Do you think you could ever love me?I don't think so.Because I'm not good enough.It's not like that.Because I'm not smart.No.Because you couldn't love me.Because I couldn't love you.”

“It's so hard to express yourself.' I understand this.'I want to express myself.'The same is true for me.' I'm looking for my voice.' It's in your mouth.' I want to do something I'm not ashamed of.'Something you are proud of, yes?' Not even. I just don't want to be ashamed.”