We're all created with pieces of another person inside of us and when you find that person, that other half, you'll feel so much and it'll hurt so bad for so long and I don't know why but life has a despondent way of comparing love to the bad things...

I don't want this, I don't want the bad things. I'd rather live on as two quarters of my full self, a contrite fraction of her and I than give life an evil grip on us both. She deserves so much contentment, so much appreciation - the kind I long to give her - but when we start giving, life will start taking and it won't stop until we're left undone life puzzle pieces with decrepit edges, one that no longer belongs to another.

When life gets cruel, like it will, when we get tired and bitter, when loving - like before - becomes an ordinary thing, I don't want the girl I could see myself without to be you. Because darling, everything ends and me not telling you that I love you doesn't mean that I don't, it simply means that I don't want to stop.