“He was mine before you ever had him, and even when you did, know this, a part of him was still mine. You never got what I had. You had what was left when I was done with him. Even last night, and it was a long night, what I got from him had no piece of you in it.”

“I don’t make sense without you and you don’t make sense without me and you know it. How long did you think we would last? You and I going about our lives as though the other doesn’t exist. Who are you kidding? Who are we without each other? Apart we’re not ourselves.”

“You’ve never given the you that’s mine to anyone else, and you never will. Even your lying lips can’t convince me otherwise.”

“Put us together to do anything, and there was a memory behind it. We had words with whole lives attached to them. That was the burden of falling in love so young. Of letting yourself go so deep into another person. You owned too much of each other to ever really walk away.”

“I’d been so blinded by my own hurt and fear for so long where he was concerned, but when I let go of my doubt, my pain, my insecurity, I really did know him. His soul was mine and always had been. I couldn’t deny that if I tried now that the truth was out.”