“You know what feels really fucking awesome? Loving someone so much that it's all consuming. Telling that person you love them, even though they refuse to say it back. And then finally hearing them say that they do love you, but to someone else. To someone they have slept with. Someone that isn't you. I want to forget I heard those three words. I want to dissolve the images I have in my heard of her with him. I think I'm going to throw up.”
In this quote from Stephanie Campbell, we see the intense emotional turmoil of unrequited love and betrayal. The speaker expresses the overwhelming joy of loving someone so deeply, only to have that love shattered by the realization that the person they love is involved with someone else. The use of explicit language conveys the raw emotions and distress of the speaker as they struggle to cope with the painful revelation. The contrast between the initial euphoria of hearing "I love you" and the subsequent devastation of discovering the truth adds depth to the emotional rollercoaster depicted in this passage. Ultimately, the speaker's physical reaction of wanting to throw up underscores the visceral impact of heartbreak and betrayal.
In today's fast-paced world of dating and relationships, Stephanie Campbell's words capture the raw emotions and complexities of unrequited love and betrayal. The feeling of loving someone wholeheartedly only to have that love shattered by their actions is something many can relate to in the age of social media and instant gratification. In a world where connections are made and broken with just a swipe, Campbell's words serve as a poignant reminder of the pain that can come with giving your heart to someone who may not value it as much as you do.
“The directness of her question throws me. "I don't know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities...to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times"- my voice grows quiet - "that we've missed our chance.""Anna." Mer pauses. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.""But—""But what? You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world.”
“So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?”
“I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.”
“Do I wish you would’ve left him a long time ago? Hell yeah. But there’s something to be said for someone brave enough to take on that kind of darkness alone.”
“I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want. But I'm also not going to take a vow of chastity and pine away for you, or whatever the hell it is that men do in romance novels these days. I have needs. I'd rather satisfy them with you, but if you don't want me I suppose I'll just have to find someone else. Might take me a while, but I'll make do. I always have before.”
“He stops pacing. 'I know, Miranda, I did it because I—' 'Stop! Don't say it. I don't want to hear you say it.' 'I have to say it,' Noah says. 'No, you don't.' If I hear him say the word love, I don't know what I'll do. I still have my gun. Maybe one day I can forgive him, but all chance of that goes out the window if he claims he did it for love. If you love someone, the idea is respect them enough to trust them. Not to take away their freedom. Their life.”