“You have stop giving mansion vibes to people with motel-like energy.”

“I’m struggling too but I’ll help you through your struggles because I love you.”

“Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.”

“Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.”

“Just because you have the emotional range and strength to love a shit person, doesn’t mean you should.”

“It didn’t take me long to realise that I was no good at letting you go. The smallest things would make me crumble, the most insignificant moments would make me remember. And that might have been the point where I failed: in order to move on, I did not want to forget about you. I needed to remember. I wanted to. I owed you as much. You had never let me down in the past. It wasn’t your fault that we hadn’t made it in the end, just as it wasn’t mine. So when after a couple of months I figured out that I could not move on, I called you and said: “Let’s do it differently this time”, and I asked you to tell me only three things you wanted me to remember you by. The rules to this game were simple. I was not allowed to be sidetracked. Except for the three things you’d tell me, I’d have to discard every other memory I had of you until I successfully let you go. I guess you wanted to make it easy for me, but hearing your voice was enough to make my heart sink. You told me to remember how you would need hours to fall asleep the day before an important event and how you would keep me awake as well, desperate to talk through the schedule of the next day. You told me to think of how you could not go a day without calling your mother and how her opinion was more important to you than anything else, sometimes even than mine. Then you reminded me that with you, I’d never be on time. You were always running late, so in the end I’d resulted to telling you to be ready at six, even though we wouldn’t have to leave until six thirty. You chuckled at the memories. My throat went dry. I hung up the phone without saying goodbye. You probably thought you’d done me a favour, but if this was one thing, it was not easy. You’d listed your worst traits and all I could think about was that I wanted to have that again, no matter the consequences. How I would trade anything in the world to get it back. And that was when I realised that I was not ready. That I would probably move on at some point, but that I simply hadn’t got there yet, and that it was okay. That I had all the time in the world to let you go at my own pace and that the only things that would help me were distance and time. And so I kept every memory of you that I liked, but I made a point of trying to remember you a little less every day. On some days it would work and on others it would not. Even on bad days, I convinced myself it did not really matter, because another year went by before I picked up my phone again and dialed your number. And when I heard your voice on the other end, my heart did not sink in my chest. It soared. It celebrated. I was ready.”

“Just because you have the emotional range and strength to love a shit person, doesn’t mean you should.”

“Love isn’t stupid, you just keep loving stupid people.”