“here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via feellng)
One of the saddest things is seeing how you are slowly becoming distant with somebody you really liked. How the conversation isn’t going well anymore and you try to stay in touch, but you kinda just drift appart and you can’t really do anything but watch and wonder why things didn’t work out.