“No one is ever going to love me the way that I love. And I guess I have to be okay with that. Or, at very least, I need to tell myself it’s important that I keep loving. Otherwise, what’s the point?”
“ I feel like there’s no kind way to say “I’m on the Internet and dating sites because I’m horny and bored.” How would you rephrase that?”
That’s a question for Claude, not for me.
I still want to tell you about my day. I still want to ask for your opinion on things I am doing. I still want to make you laugh. But I don’t think that I am in love with you anymore. I carry you, in my ruined heart, but I think I have set you free. For good.