Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?

Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.

Not many people get every single thing they want plus all the things they didn't think to ask for in the same day.

The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now.