“I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you, I couldn't.”

“You once said you loved me. Do you still?"My sister is watching this exchange between us. She smiles warmly at me, giving me the strength to tell him the truth. "I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you. I couldn't.”

“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered. “Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.”

“I felt a constant, low-flying desperation, the kind you feel when you are trying, trying, trying to get something you will never, ever get.”

“From the moment I laid eyes on you I couldn't stop looking at you. From the moment we talked I couldn't stop arguing with you. From the moment we kissed I couldn't stop kissing you. And from the moment we shared our hopes, fears and insecurities I couldn't stop loving you.”

“I never stopped loving you. I never did. I never loved you, not: I never did stop loving you.”