"If you love someone else, there’s not much anyone can do about it. You love who you love. I’m not enough for you. I know that. We’ve gotten along well, and you’ve taken good care of me. I’ve been very happy living with you. I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not good 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 (via durianquotes