One True Loves

get it now. I get what you were saying. About how falling in love with Sam didn’t mean that you forgot me. That it doesn’t change how you once felt. It doesn’t make the people you loved before any less important.

I was wrong before, when I said there’s nothing more romantic than the end of a relationship. It is this. There is nothing more romantic than this. Holding the very person that you thought you lost, and knowing you’ll never lose them again. I don’t think that true love means your only love. I think true love means loving truly. Loving purely. Lovin

Where we reunited and broke our own hearts. And walked away in two pieces.

We are over because we aren’t right for each other anymore.

Two True Loves Or, how to make peace with the truth about love

I think you forsake the people you loved before, just a little bit, when you fall in love again. But it doesn’t erase anything. It doesn’t change what you had. You don’t even leave it so far behind that you can’t instantly remember, that you can’t pick it up like a book you read a long time ago and remember how it felt then.

Maybe, if you’re the kind of person who’s willing to give all of yourself, the kind of person who is willing to love with all of your heart even though you’ve experienced just how much it can hurt . . . maybe you get lots of true loves, then. Maybe that’s the gift you get for being brave.

It’s one thing to break a heart. It’s an entirely different thing to break someone’s pride.

It’s like someone cracked me in half and found the rotten cancer in the deepest, most hidden part of my body. I don’t say anything back. I don’t look up. I watch as a tear falls from my face and lands right in my mug. And even though I was the one who cried it out, and I saw it fall, I have no idea what it means. I look up. “I think you’re probably