"I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished. I don’t want to speak about you in snippets or think about how I behaved. Or know that I still think about it. Or know that you’re not just a lamp or a blade of grass, indistinguishable from the rest."
"Don’t marry a man unless you would be proud to have a son exactly like him."
"And one day, your name didn’t make me smile anymore."
"Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again."