“And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends?”
“I still love you in my own fucked-up way.”
“Maybe you will never be able to forgive me, but I wanted you to know I had the best intentions-and I still love you in my own fucked-up way.”
“It's not hard to read about death abstractly. I do find it tough when a character I love dies, of course. You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.”
“I try not to be scared, you know. But I still ruin everything. I still fuck up.”
“After all these years, my heart still wants you. It still misses you. it still aches for you. I can't control what my heart wants, I could just deny it of it... Love, Viv”