You can’t selectively numb your anger, any more than you can turn off all lights in a room, and still expect to see the light.
It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection.
We kissed each other until we were too tired to keep going. I could still feel him holding back. It was my penance for what I had done to him. All I could do was hope the walls would fall and that I could have all of him again, but I was always leaving and he was tired of watching me walk away. We both knew that I couldn’t stay and that he couldn’t come with me, but still, we couldn’t let go.