“Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?”

“What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.”

“The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.”

“I feel the paineverywhere.”

“I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.”

“Someday, even my existence would be felt.”

“You know why love stories have happy endings? I shake my head.Because they end too early, she continues. They always end right at the kiss. You never have to see all the bullshit that comes later. ...”

“So much for endings. Beginnings are always more fun. True connoisseurs, however, are known to favor the stretch in between, since it's the hardest to do anything with. That's about all that can be ...”

“I am hopeful, though not full of hope, and the only reason I don't believe in happy endings is because I don't believe in endings.”