“I forgive myself for believing the lies I was told, knowing where it would lead.”
You are the one person I will never get over, ever. You are the one who will always be the ‘What if?’…I wanted a family with you, to have your children. You are the ONLY man I ever wanted to marry. And you broke my heart—again.
These new mental powers could make Wilvert Teeter rich and famous, but he didn’t care about any of that. He just wanted to know for sure what other people were thinking about him.
We each have a unique apology language that resonates with our hearts.
She’ll be the type you’ll hurt when you’re young and you’ll live to regret it when you’re older.
I liked that he called me Kid. Nice going, Kid. Good work, Kid. Like where your heads at, Kid. It was a manly combination of the film noir gumshoe and the well-meaning misogynist. I was quickly possessed. Because when a man gives you a nickname, he somehow comes to own you.
I want you to know I would do things differently now. I wouldn’t be so cynical, I wouldn’t close myself off the way I did, I wouldn’t have doubted your intentions, I wouldn’t have refused to believe that maybe I deserved more than all I had ever known.
I feel sorry for you. For her. For what the both of you had the potential to be, but never became. A close-but-not-close-enough, a halfway connection, an almost-love.
I remember every word, every move, everything that you have ever said to me. I remember everything about us, because I knew from the moment that I met you, something was special. Something was right.
He will remember that he was the one who ended it. That he was the one who tore it all apart. That he was the one who cared less. Who loved less. Who thought that that he needed to spread his wings some more. And he will remember the look on your face when he said, ‘it’s over’.