“I'm sorry." "Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.”
“Be sorry you lied,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t be sorry you loved him. That’s part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that’s made you who you are.”,”
“love is stupid. it makes you do stupid things. Don't be sorry you loved him. that's part of you, part you have to let go, but still something that's made you into who you are. ”
“Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go...”
“could i have loved you better? maybe. if that's true, then i'm sorry. could i have loved you more? i don't think it's possible. ”
“And, well, that's my story," I said. "I'm sorry that it's so, you know. Retarded.”