Always him. Damn, what is the matter with me? Is it because I want somebody to orient myself about that I’m drawn to him, or am I drawn to him because he is exactly the sort of person I want to orient myself about? I could not want him so much if I did not become so stimulated by his brilliant thinking mind. And God, I want very badly to tell him how I am entranced by his mind and his body. I want very much to hold the strength of his broad back to me and to shut my eyes and go away on the good slow black tide of his kisses.
—  Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
I’ve come to realize that life is too short to hold grudges. It’s too short to argue about stupid things with the ones you love, to over-analyze every little detail of every little thing. Whenever I leave a loved one, whether we’re mad at each other or not, I always tell them I love them, because I never know when I’ll see them last.