Book: Blank verse, conquer the world

You're leaving, but not forever. Why do this? Why give up what you want to keep? Why stay where you don't want to stay? What makes you think it's acceptable to leave and come back again?

The body of a woman is not our battlefield.

We started sincerely, let's end the same way.

Neither you nor I have happiness, but none of us wants to leave. We destroy each other and call it love.

- When you ask if we can still be friends.

I am water soft enough to save a life, hard enough to drown.

I know it's hard. Trust me, I know you feel like there's no tomorrow and today is the hardest day to get through. But I swear you'll get through it and the pain will go away like it always does if you give it time. Let her, well, let her fade away, the way you let a broken promise fade away.

There are people who are amazingly cruel, be kind to them.

You look at me and cry: "Everything around me hurts." I hug you and whisper: "But everything around is capable of healing."

The next time you drink black coffee, you will feel its bitterness and sob, but you will never refuse it, because even bitterness is better than nothing.

And here you have to catch this difference between desire and need. You may want this guy, but you certainly don't need him.

You said, "If it's meant to be, fate will bring us together again." For a second I thought, are you really that naive? Do you really believe that fate is decided like this? It's like she's in heaven watching over us. It's like she has five fingers and all she cares about is moving us around like chess pieces. It's not like it's a choice we make. Who taught you this? Tell me who convinced you that our heart and mind are worthless? That our actions do not determine what will happen to us? I want to scream at you and exclaim: “We are the fools. Only we ourselves can bring us together.” But instead, I sit still. Silently I smile though lips and tremble. Isn't it tragic that I see things so clearly and he doesn't?

Your name is the most powerful happy and sad connotation in any language. It either gives me light, or it makes me sick all day.

- I can't help myself.