"i wanted to be your last love. but i know it was not. i know and i hate her for it. i hated her for not caring about me. i hate her for leaving me that night. and i hate myself for letting her go, because if i had been enough, she would not have wanted to leave. she would simply lie down with me, talked and cried. and i would have listened to her and kissed the tears that fell from her eyes." - looking for alaska, 2005.