It hurts to let go.

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away.

You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted.

For having wanted to be wanted.

It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back.

You're left so alone that you can't explain.

Damn, there's nothing like that, is there? I've been there and you have too. You're nodding your head.

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you.

I knew this was going to happen.

So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman.

I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.

but its ok.

i know you can find a better person.

Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship.

You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before.

Like a switch has been flicked somewhere.

And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.