You never really got to know me. I had so many hopes for us. I thought you could be my hero, my escape. It was so awkward between us and I hate that more than anything you’ll ever know. I wanted you to see my true self, and I wanted to know you. I know I could’ve done more, I could’ve tried harder, but you’ll never realize that I tried to make our relationship work more than anything else I’ve ever tried to do. It kills me that you’ve moved on and I can’t.
- Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse (via frails)