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

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.

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

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.

Am I falling in love? She thought, is it safe to do so with this man? She thought, I don't need to answer.