It's just the world seems a very spacious place without him.

I was clinging to all that had been and, in an ideal world, all that we had hoped for. He, he wanted out.

She didn't want to be reminded of her past or how different her present was from the future she'd taken for granted.

His version of 'real' love isn't sufficient for me, I don't think anyone should settle for so little. It wasn't love - not in the true sense. On my part, it was neediness, insecurity, dependence, habit - desperate to feel loved by a man who was often ambivalent towards me.

That's the beauty about love. It's not about give-and-take - it's about feeling safe in one's needs - wanting to be looked after as much as wanting to look after.

It's just the world seems a very spacious place without him.

It's not a persons mistakes which define them - it's the way they make amends.