"I don’t get it. How did we end up here? You don’t get it, do you? We’ve been through hell and back, but I can’t keep carrying this weight anymore. I need space, I need freedom. You don’t own me, but you act like you do." "Yeah, I left. I had to. You’re intense—too intense for anyone to handle. You say it’s love, but I can’t breathe in this kind of suffocation. You can’t love someone and try to control them. That’s not love, it’s... obsession."