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I think what breaks my heart, isn’t that we didn’t work out. It’s that we walked away knowing neither one of us truly wanted to. It’s the fact that I always thought love was enough to fight for something, but that night I realized it’s not always enough. That no matter how much love there is between two souls, you need to set each other free. I’ll never forget how hard I cried that night. The hopeless romantic in me died.
„I’ve never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.“
— Yann Martel, Life of Pi
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