Guess the Character

“Neither she nor he ever imagined that love could be so unbearable.”

I ought to feel hatred for this man. I know I ought to feel it, but it isn’t what I do feel. What I feel is more complicated than that. I don’t know what to call it. It isn’t love.

“Sometimes his very existence to me is the existence of love itself”

“I studied French Literature for my university degree. Reading Annie Ernaux’s Simple Passion and Marguerite Duras’s The Lover in the same semester was like having my whole life split into two. I was overjoyed that such literature and such w

“You wonder what it must be like to be a man, to be so confident that the final say is yours.”

“I'm bisexual. Don't ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box.”

“I thought… I just really liked you as a friend… a best friend… because, like, I want to hang out with you all the time and I just love everything about you… but I kept wanting to… I don’t know… hug you and hold your hand and then yesterday

"You don't have to figure it out right now. I dindn't just wake up one day like "Oh look, guess I'm gay now."