"I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong."

― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

I never stopped loving, I just stopped showing it. 

Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew.