"Choices.
Nearly a year of them, all told.
A year of the hardest choices I'd ever made.
And every time, without fail...
I'd chosen the dead-end road.
The one that led only to pain, if it led anywhere at all."
"Now the time had finally come for me to step away from that road...
and choose the path that really went somewhere.
The path that destiny itself had guided me to.
And in the end...
If the only choice that life has left you...
is a choice between something and nothing...
don't you in fact...
have no choice at all?
Well,...
Of course you do."
"Sometimes when I watch a happy couple from a distance,
which is something I do more often than a normal person should,
I wish I could warn them about love.
Warn them that it never goes quite the way you want it to.
That indeed, it can sometimes go so wrong...
so horribly, agonizingly wrong...
That you begin to fear it's killing you.
Or even that it has already killed you...
killed the very best part of you...
and left you
for dead.
But
I can't tell them that.
They'll have to learn it for themselves,
just as I did."
