I don't understand it myself, really. It's like the idea of him is better than the him of him

Forget men, I want to marry my MacBook. It’s dependable, reliable and you can even go shopping with it.

My chest tightens: seeing him so upset breaks my own heart. 'Don't you ever wish you could make that bit go away?" I say, feeling angry at the past. 'That you could erase those painful memories, forget they every happened, just remember the happy times you had together?' 'You must never say that,' he reprimands sternly. 'But why not?' I look at him in surprise. 'Because it's the bad memories that makes you appreciate the good ones. Don't ever wish them away. it's like your nan always used to say, "You need both the sun and the rain to make a rainbow".

And like a soprano shattering glass, Juliet heard something snap deep inside. It was the sound of her heart breaking.

But I figure you're never too old to learn. That's when you become old, when you stop being fascinated by things, when you stop wanting to learn and explore.

Their eyes met. It had begun. They had begun.

Life doesn't hang around, it keeps moving and if you don't keep up you can lose things.