They were now both ready, not to begin from scratch, but to continue with a love that had survived for thirteen years in hibernation. They were no longer travellers without baggage. They were no longer twenty. They'd both been around the block a bit and had suffered without the other. They'd both lost their way without the other. Each had tried to find love with other people. But all that was now finished.

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.

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?

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

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

When you decide to hit rock bottom, humiliation is part of the deal.

Your soulmate can also be your downfall.