Jackie:)

“I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.”

Did you love me? Or did you love the fact that you could make me love you?

“It’s unexplainable, how you and I are so different, yet no one could ever still be comparable to how you and I understand each other in the absence of words; how we perfectly align despite the cracks in between; and how we stand tiptoe-ing on the edge in perfect balance. How ironic really, you and I, impossible in other people’s eyes, but right here and now, standing side by side, more than just possible, but certain.”

“how can the sound of your laugh at the other end of the room make me almost smell you as if you’re standing next to me but your silence in front of me make me forget your name as if I had never known you.”

I have accepted that I was nothing more than collateral damage during the making of a solid man. If being a casualty in a war that was won in the end was the result of loving you, then doesn't the end justify the means?

“I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.”