“I don't love you anymore", she whispered. "I don't love you at all." His throat closed. "It's all right, sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.”

“It's too late," she said.
"Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.”

“I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.”

“I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.”

“I love you," he said.
"I don't say it often enough. I love you.”

“I love you," he finally whispered. She leaned forward and touched his face. "I know. And I love you, too.”

“No I don't believe you
When you say don't come around here no more.
I want to remind you,
You said we wouldn't be apart.
No, I don't believe you
When you say you don't need me anymore.
So don't pretend
To not love me at all.”

“She said, 'Believe it or not, I used to be idealistic.' I asked her what 'idealistic' meant. 'It means you live by what you think is right.' 'You don't do that anymore?' 'There are questions I don't ask anymore.”

“He don't love you like I love you
If he did, he wouldn't break your heart
He don't love you like I love you
He's try-in' to tear us apart.”

“My feelings for you are not conditional. I don't judge you. I don't lose patience with you. I don't punish you. I just love you. That's all. Pure and simple.”