Nobody loves you quite like some who's sorry.
Why the hell don't people understand there are some things you don't talk about? You keep it to yourself so you hurt fewer people. You're supposed to pay with guilt. Guilt is penance.
She is half a soul, hungry or another...The girl, she may not know, but she will drink your soul. She cannot help it. Half a soul will kill to be whole.
It's brutal to realize that someone might find a life with you in it unbearable.