"I could repeat what I said to you once: 'I'm going to fight to the bitter end.' Well, I fought and I lost, and now I'll just have to leave."
"I fought and lost as well. I'm not trying to sew up what was rent. Like you, I want to fight to the bitter end."
"I suffer everyday, did you know that? I've been suffering for months now, trying to show you how much I love you, how things are only important when you're by my side. But now, whether I suffer or not, I've decided that enough is enough. It's over. I'm tired. After that night in Zagreb, I lowered my guard and said to myself: If the blow comes, it comes. It can lay me out on the canvas, it can knock me out cold, but one day I'll recover."
"You'll find someone else."
"Of course I will: I'm young, pretty, intelligent, desirable, but will I experience all the things I experienced with you?"
"You'll experience different emotions and, you know, although you might not believe it, I loved you while we were together."
"I'm sure you did, but that doesn't make it any the less painful. We'll leave in separate taxis tomorrow. I hate goodbyes especially at airports or train stations."
--Words from The Zahir by Paulo Coelho
Mood: Silent
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