"We are friends," said I, rising and bending over her, as she rose from the bench. "And will continue friends apart". I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her." Great Expectations, Charles Dickens, revised ending.
What I most admire in you is the capacity of trying so hard to hurt the people you love. What I most like, it's the lack of fantasy you use to do it. It's such a waste of time babe. You don't even see that life it's a bunch of beautiful moments. And those moments, those efforts you put in making us sad, oh yes, today I realize that are your only source of distraction. Oh today. What a discovery.