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“I didn’t yet realize it was okay to be broken, that it was even, perhaps, essential to becoming a more porous animal capable of far more real love than I had known was possible. It would still take some time for me to learn that our flaws are not the problem; rather, it is the failure to forgive them—in ourselves and in others—that trips up our hearts.”

“Connell is silent again. He leans down and kisses her on the forehead. I would never hurt you, okay? he says. Never. She nods and says nothing. You make me really happy, he says. His hand moves over her hair and he adds: I love you. I’m not just saying that, I really do. Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them. Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she’s aware of this now, while it’s happening. She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person. But now she has a new life, of which this is the first moment, and even after many years have passed, she will still think: Yes, that was it, the beginning of my life.”

“For months, maybe years, everytime you see her you will want to kiss her. When you do you will expect pain to come, like the old dog you could never quite put down, but there will be none. You will remind yourself, she will remind you, you will remind each other that this is for the best. That you are physically incapable of loving one another. And in those moments you will be lying. Your heart screaming, "I can! I can! I can!" But you will stay silent because of her, because she asked for this, because she filled something in you thats still full even though she's gone.”

“When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line. She told me that I was taking up too much of her time. She told me that she shouldn't have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but... How can it be a mistake that I don't have to wash my hands after I touched her? Love is not a mistake, and it's killing me that she can run away from this and I just can't. I can't go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.”

“When you write the ending, Monique, tell everyone that it is the people I miss. Tell everyone that I got it wrong. That I chose the wrong things most of the time. When you write the ending, Monique, make sure the reader understands that all I was ever really looking for was family. Make sure it's clear that I found it. Make sure they know that I am heartbroken without it. Spell it out if you have to. Say that Evelyn Hugo doesn't care if everyone forgets her name. Evelyn Hugo doesn't care if everyone forgets she was ever alive. Better yet, remind them that Evelyn Hugo never existed. She was a person I made up for them. So that they would love me. Tell them that I was confused, for a very long time, about what love was. Tell them that I understand it now, and I don't need their love anymore. Say to them, "Evelyn Hugo just wants to go home. It's time for her to Bo to her daughter, and her lover, and her best friend, and her mother Tell them Evelyn Hugo says good-bye.”

“Khizar, you know, at the centre of a Black Hole, space-time curves to an infinite point known as a “singularity” where all matter is destroyed.” “Yes, that’s is the essence of a Black Hole.” I replied while squeezing her hand. “Khizar, remember. If someone wants to kill a woman, all he has to do is just win her heart and then leave her. She will find her way to the Black Hole. To the singularity where everything is destroyed.” I assured her that I would go to the last extent to ensure that neither she nor I fall in that Black Hole. She looked up to the ceiling as if she was looking into the vast universe above and said, “I hope so, Khizar. I trust you. But if you fall into a black hole for any reason, do you know what will happen? You will see the entire future of the Universe unfold in front of you in a matter of moments. Afterward, you will emerge into another space-time created by the Singularity of the Black Hole you just fell into. Khizar, you will see me there, waiting for you!”

“We both were sitting on the bench in front of the church. My hand gently ran through her hair as she rested her head on my lap, both of us lost in the moment when she suddenly said, “Khizar, do you remember Prof Sexena’s lecture about binary stars? “Yes, I vaguely remember” I replied while politely pinching her nose. “Binary stars are a set of two stars, a nova, and a supernova. They keep on circling around each other for centuries like mad lovers. However, there is a difference. The nova star explosively sheds its light but never dies while the supernova will ultimately die in a huge explosion" She took my hand in her hands, pressed it softly and said, "Khizar , I do not know why but sometimes I feel you are the nova who will keep on shedding its light but I am the unfortunate supernova who is destined to end in a huge explosion no one would ever see.”

“She listened intently, nodding sympathetically, and when I had finished, she spoke again, "Khizar, I understand your pain. Life can be difficult, and at times, it can seem as though there is no hope. But you must remember that like the river, life is constantly flowing, and change is inevitable. The key is to keep moving forward, to keep pushing through the challenges, and to never lose sight of your dreams. Do not give up hope, my friend, for the future is full of possibilities.”

“I've been able to get most people I've wanted, but this one still hurts. Which just shows that the exception proves the rule: when I can get someone, I have to leave them before they leave me, because I'm not enough and I'm about to be found out, but when someone I want doesn't choose me, that just proves I'm not enough and I've been found out. Heads they win, tails I lose. Either way, to this day if someone mentions her name, my stomach clenches.”

“The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.”