“ I am not angry or sad or happy to see you. I could not give a shit. You don't even ripple. ”
There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.
~ Gillian Flynn
Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.
I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.
Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?
