“I loved you because you are generous of heart! And you do not need my forgiveness, nor I yours; it is all the same whether you forgive or not, all the rest of my life you will remain like a wound in my soul, and I in yours — and that is proper … Why have I come? To embrace your feet, to press your hands, like this, to the point of pain, you remember, the way I used to press them in Moscow, to say again to you that you are my God, my joy, to say to you that I love you madly… Love is past, Mitya! But dear unto pain to me is what is past. Know that for ever. But now, for one little moment, let there be what might have been… Both you and I now love another, yet all the same I shall love you eternally, and you me, did you know that? Do you hear, love me, all the rest of your life love me!”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, 1880 (via an-overwhelming-question)
A Force Sensitive Phasesixer 