If you get depressed, you can be stuck for months; if you have an analyst, you at least have a chance of getting out of it faster.

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.

No amount of promises can guarantee love

If you never left anything or anyone there would be no room for the new. Naturally, to move on is an infidelity -- to others, to the past, to old notions of oneself. Perhaps every day should contain at least one essential infidelity or necessary betrayal. It would be an optimistic, hopeful act, guaranteeing belief in the future -- a declaration that things can be not only different but better.

But in love each moment is magnified, and every gesture, word and syllable is examined like a speech by the President.

Like you, she will have been with other people, but I've got a feeling there's something between you.

Love cannot be measured by its duration.