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“No matter how much time I spend with her, I have this feeling that I don’t really know her,”
Sometimes, when you can’t move on for your own sake, you can still find a way to do it for someone else.
The more he thought about me, the more he remembered Adelaide, the more he grieved her, the more he worried about me. It seemed as though my heartbreak had thrown him into a sort of depressive echo chamber that he couldn’t escape.
“She likes you genuinely. And she wants you to be crazy about her. She doesn’t want you looking at anybody else. But she’ll only ever string you along. She’ll never give you her heart, because people like her don’t know how to do that.”
Butterflies can touch you, but you can’t touch them. That’s what I was always taught. Don’t chase them, don’t catch them. If you catch one, let it go. If it comes to you, be still.
