“Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?”

“It was easy to conjure him up this morning, when everything was quiet and still. A little, ginger-bearded man; she had been taller than him by half a head. She had never felt the slightest physical attraction towards him. 'What was love, after all?' thought Parminder, as a gentle breeze ruffled the tall hedge of leyland cypresses that enclosed the Jawandas’ bigback lawn. Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?'I did love laughing', thought Parminder. 'I really miss laughing.'And it was the memory of laughter that, at last, made the tears flow from her eyes. They trickled down her nose and into her coffee, where they made little bulletholes, swiftly erased. She was crying because she never seemed to laugh anymore (...).”

“..And if I'm looking for a definition of love then perhaps this is it. That another person can help fill the empty space inside us. Even when they're gone.”

“How far is too far? When you love a band so much that its songs fill the empty spaces inside your head and heart, is that too far?”

“Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.”

“Love can come when you're already who you are, when you're filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.”