There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want; the men wind up suckered into things.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

It's okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.

Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.