You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her." — Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via quotes-shape-us)
I thought I liked you last term, but over winter break, I ran into the guy that I liked all throughout high school a few times, and that made me remember how much I liked him. Idolized him. How infatuated I was with everything about him, how much I admired everything he did. How I still can’t talk to him or even meet his eyes. Maybe that’s how strong the average high school crush feels, but it was real to me. Real from the moment I first met his eyes. Maybe the love/like thing in the real world isn’t quite that strong, that all-consuming. What I felt for you was more grounded, more realistic, less all-consuming—all of which meant that I retained my sense of self in it, which I couldn’t do with him. I’m afraid I would have done anything for him. But I feel like it wasn’t quite right with you either, like we didn’t quite match. You say I make you happy. I say that I see you talking to other girls, and you guys laugh at more American cultural references, cultural inside jokes, maybe, things that I don’t understand and that don’t click with me. And I hope you find a girl that clicks like that with you, and that you know that you deserve to be happy with her.
This is how I’m rationalizing all of it.