“I did not forget you; I cannot forget you. I thrusted my arm into my body, pulled my heart out, and consequently, squeezed it dry of its blood, for in this dark night, I am using it as ink to write about you.” LoveRomanceDespair Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer
“He did not stop loving her in his heart and mind, or in himself and his senses, but he began to love her by stabbing himself so that his wounds can love her too.” LoveRomanceDespair Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer
“And if my soul can be of any use to you, I beseech you darling, take it and do with it as you see fit, for since I met you, my soul has been merely floating around me, never inside me.” LoveRomanceDespair Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer
“Humans are not made to love themselves; I would argue that they are only capable of loving everyone except themselves. The one who loves himself has no one, but the one who loves someone has, at the very least, the memory of someone, and at the very most, someone who makes the suffering of the excruciating loneliness endurable.” LoveRomanceSufferingLoneliness Of Life Book:Letters Of The Observer Source: Letters Of The Observer