I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via observando)
'Do you think I'm pretty?'
‘I think you’re beautiful’
‘You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.’
—Richelle Mead (via observando)