— I only know that I love you!
— That's your misfortune.
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Don't say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy like believe it.
And apologies, once postponed, became harder and harder to make, and finally impossible.
Telling the truth's just the beginning. Owning it's the hard part.
There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.