I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.

You know, you spend your whole life feeling like you don't quite fit in anywhere. And then you walk into a room one day, whether it's at university or an office or some kind of club, and you just go, 'Ah. There they are.' And suddenly you feel at home.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.

I know this isn’t a conventional love story. I know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

But just as nature abhors a vacuum -- so does the human heart.