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I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.

Caitlyn Siehl, from This is Not a Love Poem  

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I wake up each
morning wanting
more of you.

First, it was your
lips, then it was
your hands, now

it is your heart.
Now, it is always
your heart.


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I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.

—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun 

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I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. But this time it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different - there would be a mountain between us. I knew it in my bones. This time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go.

—Jenny Han, We’ll Always Have Summer

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I can never unlove you. I’ll just love you in a different way now.

—Marco, Starting Over Again 

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Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me,
that you wrecked me,
destroyed me.

I am the only one who has the power to do that.

Amanda Helm, The Day I Learned That I was Broken 

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