Love is a disease – ultimately you get sick of each other

They’d dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn’t remember half of what they’d said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around them. He could still taste the acrid burn of unfairness.

The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever.

You said you didn’t care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I’m not mistaken."

“I lied! And you know I lied, you stupid bastard!

I’m only going say this—love is a wild creature that cannot
be tamed. It’s unconditional. And although it sometimes makes you
feel like one small person against this big old world, you must remember
you are the world to one particular person. - Astral

I may tear you apart but I'll put you back together.