"Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test."
"I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind."
"The last eight times I told you I loved you, they sounded like apologies."
Excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories”, by Miles Walser
"I was jealous of her writing. The only writing I have ever been jealous of."