I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
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I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
Love, the deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing—is run.
I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.
It’s amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
I've learned to get really good at this - say one thing when I'm thinking about something else, act like I'm listening when I'm not, pretend to be calm and happy when I'm really freaking out.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone. Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing—is run.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.
I know that the whole point—the only point—is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.
Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.
Love: It will kill you and save you, both.
I'd rather die my way than live yours.