“You lose her a little more every time you don’t answer. You lose her a little more every time you cancel plans. You lose her a little more every time you choose someone else when the only person she’s ever chosen is you.”— Kirsten Corley, thoughtcatalog.com
“You lose her when you become known for your absence, for not showing up, for not being there, for always prioritizing something else before her.”— Rania Naim, thoughtcatalog.com
“Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“Then we fucked so that we could pretend that nothing hurtful had just happened.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“That's about it. In the months that follow you bend to the work, because it feels like hope, like grace—and because you know in your lying cheater's heart that sometimes a start is all we ever get.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You'd still have me, you tried to reassure her, but Paloma looked at you like the apocalypse would be preferable.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there.You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have…”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“Do you remember? When the fights seemed to go on and on, and always ended with us in bed, tearing at each other like maybe that could change everything.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“I can see myself watching him shave every morning. And at other time I see us in that house and see how one bright day (or a day like this, so cold your mind shifts every time the wind does) he will wake up and decide it's all wrong. I'm sorry, he'll say. I have to leave now.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures you took of her in bed while she was naked and asleep, never those.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“But back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number. You stop drinking. You stop smoking. You claim you’re a sex addict and start attend…”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com