" I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it. "
this is your captain speaking, AND THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SHOUTING!
" If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring. "