Nina Levine

“I want all of you, Kristen. Every good part. Every beautiful part. And every dark, painful, shattered part. You won’t ruin me. Not when you’re the one thing I need to breathe.”

“But I can’t give you what’s left of me. I will ruin you and I refuse to do that.”

Doesn’t she see? She’s already ruined me.

I could have ignored him. I could have done so many things. But no, I looked at him. And damn him for still owning my butterflies.

I already know my next Google search: the fastest way to kill butterflies. And men.