Tell me that you refuse to allow me to be so stupid. Tell me that you will not tolerate this relationship being over just when it was on the verge of really taking off.

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

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.

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.

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

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