The first boy I fell in love with didn’t know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.
The boy I loved didn’t know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn’t know if any of us existed.
Every last souvenir of the love we had [was in that box], the prizes and debris of this relationship, like the glitter in the gutter after the parade has passed, all the everything and whatnot kicked to the curb.
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Daniel Handler and Maira Kalman, Why We Broke Up
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