Without realizing it, he had grown to hate everything that he once so desperately missed. The home he thought he was at long last returning to proved to be nothing more than a rude awakening to the fact that this was no longer where he belonged.
She stood in the middle of her empty apartment, once filled with furnishings, mementos, and dreams. She turned and walked out the door without bothering to lock it, leaving only the dreams behind.
I said that you should leave LA because it’s what you want to do. What I meant is: I love you more than I love having you.