Elle

“Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath ‘scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune’s might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.”
― William Shakespeare

“Sometimes...the hardest part about letting someone go is realizing that you were never meant to have them.”
― Rebecca Serle, When You Were Mine

“Never mind, you weren’t polite. You were a pulsing vein of testosterone. I could tell, simply by your voice, that you could definitely crush a beer can on your forehead.”
― Cara Bastone, Call Me Maybe

“What it would be like to be cherished, to have others who looked forward to seeing me and thought of me when I wasn’t around?”
― Roxie Ray, Swipe Right on Fate