And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together.

I will never abandon you. I love you too much.

I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.

With him everything is a test, affection is measured, that given weighed against that which has been received, and the balance, more often than not, disappointing him.

Work. Write. Read. Keep putting words on the page, because that's the only way you'll get better.

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.