“The pain started years ago, but I'd lived with it for so long at that point that I'd accepted it as an inevitable part of me.”

“He was what the egotistical part of me had always longed for: danger, sexiness, popularity, style, unpredictability. The kind of man who'd always keep me guessing. Just one night with him and i'd already started to wonder if perhaps i'd spent the last two years in a comfortable coma.”

“Maybe I'd ignored longing so many times through the years until eventually I'd just stopped feeling it.”

“I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.”

“But the thing is, since I've met someone, everyone started banging on and on about my not-so-secret admirer. I'd started to find it quite exciting. I'd forgotten that I don't get involved because the pain might not be worth it. All that flattery and attention distracted me from any pain that might have been lurking around the corner. But course, the pain got me in the end. It always does.”

“If it's not for Him, I guess I'd be dead few years ago.”