We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

I know that the whole point—the only point—is to
find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to
let them go.

With the cure, relationships are all the same, and rules and expectations are defined. Without the cure, relationships must be reinvented every day, languages constantly decoded and deciphered. Freedom is exhausting.

Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it.
But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose.
We are even free to choose the wrong thing.

Love might not always take you to your hights. But to stand out to something that's more than you. Can either tear you apart or bring you together. So make it worth it

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.