He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her. But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her. But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you.

He was the sort of guy who took a lot without giving her anything back The more he hurt her the more desperately she loved him. Life's strange. Sometimes things happen almost as if we're punishing ourselves for some fault that we can't really identify.

The best evidence that time travel is impossible is the fact that we haven't been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.

It was a relationship with occasional moments of beauty, but one that had never found it's balance.

A miserable collection of little secrets, that's all any of us is.