Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.

When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a colouring book, with the inside not yet completed.

I was worn out, broken: He had taken almost everything. But he'd been all I'd had, all this time. And when the police led him away, I pulled out of the hands of all these loved one, sobbing, screaming, everything hurting, to try and make him stay.

Just because we don’t see eye to eye on everything doesn’t mean we can’t be close.

It takes so little to change everything. If you really thought about it, it would scare you to death.

For two hours I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break.

And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.