She wasted my heart, my time.

…that men always let you down, that they bail on you because men do fucking suck. But so does Love, Mary Kay. So does love.

You're lucky to get your heart broke. That just means you have a heart.

I need help--Hey Siri, how do you kill love?--but who am I kidding? She doesn't know. No one knows. I have to figure it out myself, alone...

You did that, Love. You sent me away, Love.’‘And you left,’ she says. ‘Do you even care what it’s been like for me?

Nature is an inherently forward beast; footsteps disappear, past hurts fade.