I guess love’s a funny thing—the way it fades away without a warning. It doesn’t ask to be excused. And when it’s gone—oh, it’s gone—and it ain’t ever comin’ back. There is nothing you can do to save it, to make it breathe the way it did when you were sliding on the ring. Trust me: It’s gone for good. Now there is nothing you can do to stop me. She is happy when she is with me and I am finally alive. I’m sorry.
― La Dispute-New Storms For Older Lovers