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

“Maybe the only reason I like him is because I had a crush on him for so long it became a part of me.”

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

“Because I'm good with me & god, it's the "between me & the parents" part I still have problems with.”

“I don't want to let go, because tonight I'm not looking for anything more than being part of him. Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.”

“I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I couldn't forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back."({Lord John, Drums of Autumn}”