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The hardest part about loving someone is, in my experience, stopping.
Falling out of love, in contrast, was like a car crash: you slam on the brakes, but you don’t just stop, because the momentum is still there. And years later, you might’ve recovered, but you still have the little aches and pains, and maybe you’re a little scared every time you hop back behind the wheel, because look what happened before.
“Do you think it’s possible that you’re meant to meet someone?” “What, like fate?”
“You’re always there, Clara. In everything I do. You’ve always been it, for me. Tell me you don’t feel the same.”
‘It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all,’