The hardest thing's loving someone and then having the courage to let them love you back. But if you know her shit and she knows yours and at the end of the day, you still would rather give up than try, nothing's ever gonna be worth it. Maybe think about it this way. You go back, you get to spend the rest of your life having really great makeup sex...
I love my sons too much to mollycoddle them.
When you love someone... I believe you should be unselfish enough to give them whatever they want.
Perhaps no human being is equipped to judge which is worse; inchoate longing with its attendant restlessness and irritability, or specific desire with its willful drive to achieve the desire.
Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.
I think you've got the makings of being a really good cop, Jason. And you know why? Because deep down you're a decent man. I know you don't think I think that, but I do, dipshit. I do think you're too angry, though. And I know it's all since your dad died and you had to go look after your mom and all. But as long as you hold on to so much hate, then I don't think you're ever gonna become... what I know you wanna become. A detective. Because you know what you need to become a detective? And I know you're gonna wince when I say this... But what you need to become a detective... is love. Fuck 'em. Because through love comes calm, and through calm comes thought. And you need thought to detect stuff sometimes, Jason. It's kinda all you need. You don't even need a gun. And you definitely don't need hate. Hate never solved nothing. But calm did. And thought did. Try it. Try it just for a change. No one will think you're gay. And if they do, arrest them for homophobia. Won't they be surprised?