“Don't you understand? I was PROCURING for him.”
“I don't understand it myself, really. It's like the idea of him is better than the him of him”
“I hate that there are so many sides of him that I don't understand, and I don't know if I even want to keep trying to understand them. There are parts of him that I love, parts of him that I hate. But there's a part of him that does nothing but disappoint me, and that's the absolute hardest part to accept.”
“Why is it that you don't love me?""Sometimes I wish I knew...""Don't anybody tell him!!”
“I knew I love him then. It was the first time I cried out of hurt and the thought that he might never fully understand me.”