at some point, you have to accept that you can’t go back, and what happened to you is going to be with you for the rest of your life. but it’s still going to be okay.
"come with me. we could sell fruit on the beach. we could open up a little bar. see if we still like each other when we're not running and bleeding and you haven't got a gun trained on me. you could wake up every morning and... trust i'm gonna be there."