adamant.

I want to thank you for never being there anymore. Your absence has forced me to find my own way.

I think,“ she said, "the saddest thing about the way we ended was that eventually our love became the only thing we had in common.

I know it’s over, and it never really began. But in my heart it was so real..

I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes.

Maybe one day you’ll come back. Maybe you never will and that’ll suck, but you can’t keep doing this. The blame and the self-loathing and the bull[crap]. I can’t watch that. It makes me hate you for hating yourself. I don’t want to lose you. But I’d rather lose you if it means you’ll be happy. I think if you come back with me today, you’ll never be okay. And I’ll never be okay if you aren’t. I need to know that there’s a way for people like us to end up okay. I need to know that there even is such a thing as okay, maybe even good, and it’s out there and we just haven’t found it yet. There’s got to be a happier ending than this, here. There’s got to be a better story. Because we deserve one. You deserve one. Even if it doesn’t end with you coming back to me.

I’ll be honest with you. I’m a little bit of a loner. It’s been a big part of my maturing process to learn to allow people to support me. I tend to be very self-reliant and private. And I have this history of wanting to work things out on my own and protect people from what’s going on with me.

Daydreams were dangerous because they made her wish for things she could never have.

Remember that you can’t save someone who does not wish to be saved, no matter how hard you try. I know you’ll keep trying but please don’t hurt yourself in the process.

I almost feel unloveable. Any relationship I’ve tried to be in I screw up. Maybe I just don’t have the capacity to love and to be loved…

It’s 12 AM and I’m lying here shivering with the mere thoughts of your lips against the nape of my neck, the soft pressure of your breath against my cheeks, and the memories of your arms around my waist. But it’s 3 AM and I’m lying here on my own, missing you instead of kissing you.

All I ever wanted was for someone to take the pain away. The time has come to leave this place for a new beginning. A place where people don’t know your name and bad memories don’t haunt the streets.

Come over to my room tonight And sit with me on the edge of my bed Watch all of your favourite movies with me And drink coffee while smoking cigarettes Play classical music all too loud And slow dance to it undressed Drink wine irresponsibly from the bottle And don’t care about make-up or your hair being a mess Place your frail body on my thighs And mess around with my Polaroid camera Capture a candid of me while I make art about you Just like you did when I was writing this stanza Eat cereal at 4 AM on the window sill Dressed only in my favourite white shirt Tell me about all of the things that you love And then come back to bed when you’re burnt

Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…

She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.