"Initially there is always the choice of being alone. Later on it becomes not a choice anymore. When did it stop being a choice? What is it in me that has stopped choosing you, that has moved in you instead so that I must be with you so that I can be with myself?"
Jag behöver dig mer än jag älskar dig och jag älskar dig så himla mycket; Gunnar Ardelius (Page 73)
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