“...I think you’re bound to feel guilty, and you’re going to feel sad. You have to simply feel it. Don’t hate yourself. It is what it is.”

“Don’t you rob yourself of what you’re feeling; don’t rob yourself of all that you could be.”

“I don’t know what you’re feeling. I won’t even pretend.”

“You’re not quite the one because you don’t feel permanent. You’re lovely. You’re here. You’re soft and comfortable and I can curl up beside you and hey, at least neither of us are alone. You don’t feel like the start of something, you feel like the continuation of nothing. You’re not quite the one because we’re not even thinking about crazy concepts like the “one.” No one is meeting anyone’s parents. No one is going to be a plus-one at anyone’s friend’s weddings. No one is holding hands on the subway train. You’re not quite the one because you’re not meant to be the one. You’re a bookmark, a beautiful pause, a blinking light on hold at an office desk.”

“I can feel what you’re feeling now — and you are worth it.”

“Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it?”