breakups

It didn__ hurt me. Not __urt_. Hurt is a four letter word. It__ short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn__ hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe_ But no. It didn__ hurt me. It didn__ __urt_ me at all.

Some people are each holding on to a lover of theirs who no longer loves them and/or who they no longer love, only because they do not want to have a reason or another reason to be jealous of the person who would eventually be their lover if they let go of them.

True love has a habit of coming back.

Some of us were brought into this troubled world primarily or only to increase our fathers_ chances of not being left by our mothers, or vice versa.

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you...

I loved Trevor wholly. In all the good ways that made me feel alive and special and important. But also, in the bad ways. The ways that shut me off from others and left me alone with my pain. The ways that had me keep secrets. I loved Trevor in all the ways that I thought mattered, even though I knew that I didn__.

No baby, you didn't hurt me. You wrecked me. Know the difference.

We left dents on each other. Mine was in her heart, and hers was on my car.

Henry drew a shaky breath. __o me a favor, Meg.___nything,_ I whispered.__on__ fall for Quinn O__eill. If you__e going to do this thing with him_go to this dance, don__ fall for him.___ever,_ I said. __ promise.___ecause I__ all filled up on sad right now._ He sniffed again and I could tell he was more in control. __nd you can__ ask me to sit by and watch you get all caught up in this guy. I can__ handle that__hinking he swept you off your feet because he bathed in body spray and dressed up._ His voice sounded rough. __ know you think I__ being funny right now, but I__ completely serious. Don__ make me watch that happen.___ou know my heart,_ I said. __t__ yours.

And what do you want?__ almost choked. __ow could you even ask me that, Henry?__e sighed. __ecause I__ thousands of miles away. Because I Skyped into your living room late one night and there__ a dude sitting next to you in the dark. Because Thanet tells me things. And Tennyson sent me a picture of you in a dress that looks like lingerie.___t__ not that bad,_ I said.__ didn__ say it was bad, Meg. It__ about a million miles from bad._ His voice was breaking with exasperation. __hings are crazy here, and I__ questioning everything.

All of the emotions that hit people at times like these, all of them, were coursing through us both like a secret we couldn__ tell. Because if we said everything we were thinking and feeling right then_if we laid it all out for one another_we might not like the way the words strung together. Or the way fear and hope and bitterness and love mashed up into one big mess in the pits of our stomachs.

Uncommunicated expectations are the shame of relationships.

There is a pivotal point in every interaction between humans which sets the course in their relationship. Do you hide or do you shine? Which way are you going to go? Hide or shine?

It's never over till it's really over in your mind...

No matter how bad you want a person, if your hearts are in two different places, you__l have to pass and move on.

So you know what mean when I say that I don't think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You're just pulled to that person like true north, whether it's good for you or bound to break your heart.

It was all I could do not to fall on my knees and weep like the bastard she always said I was, and I was a breath away from begging her to run away with me. I can__ believe I__ admitting this on tape__ was standing at that table, she hit me with that look of hers, and I swear to God all I wanted to do was grab her hand, press it into my heart and say, __et__ get the hell out of here._ I was even willing to ride the 6 all the way to Houston Street. No kidding, I was going to take the subway to prove my love. And if she said no, I was going to kidnap her until she agreed to stay.

All the same, it strikes me as unfair that I still have to defend myself against her moral judgements. My continuing need for her approbation is pathetic. Twice now I have stopped myself on the street to remonstrate with her, a crazy old coot talking to himself.