It's scary being loved. Because life is complicated and all too often it throws you off balance by sending you the right person at the wrong time.

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

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.

Your soulmate can also be your downfall.

In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children. It doesn't work like that today. Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love? I've no idea.

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

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