You chew people up and then you spit them out again. I loved you - do you hear me? I loved you. And what did it get me? Yeah, I’ll tell you: a big nothing. You’re like a sponge. You take, take, take, and drain others of their love and emotion. Yeah, well, I’ve had enough.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
That guy is so screwed. He thinks that you’re a certain type of a girl, and he thinks that he will meet that same type of girl later in his life when he’s ready. But … when he’s ready, that girl’s not going to be there. He has no idea how rare you are.
I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.