How do you know when it's over?" "Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.
Love, I Love You, Memories
In the beginning, being alone is always a choice. Then it's not a choice anymore. When did it stop being a choice? What is it in me that stopped choosing you, that moved into you instead so that I have to be with you in order to be with myself?
Romance, Alone