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

Not doing anything can be worse than doing the wrong thing.

I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.

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".

"Maybe I just don't want another rejection," he shrugs. "I've had enough of that in my so-called acting career." Oh, so this is what it's all about. "But you're not auditioning for a role," I try to persuade him. "Aren't I?" he raises his eyebrows.

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

I never stopped joking around long enough to realize you weren't laughing anymore.