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

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

We are the sum total of our memories. Memories are the most precious things we have. Good or bad. That's what make us who we are. What would we be without them?

When men see an attractive woman, they fantasize about sex. When women see an attractive man they fantasize about a relationship.

...when you decide you want to be with someone forever, you want forever to start right now.

Life isn't complicated. It's very simple, really. It's us who make it complicated.

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".