“Scrawled in the album’s white space, in an angry deeply-pushed biro that indented even the next page, were some words paraphrased from Tennyson’s Locksley Hall: I’m mad.She bears but bitter fruit.She never loved me.Love is love forever more.Fucking traitorous bitch.The last three words were purely Alex’s addition.”

“Indentations on the page, words, my friends, and I will share them with you.”

“....both had learned that everything could change in an instant, and that the heartfelt vows of people in love were fragile words that, once shattered, could cut so deeply you'd bleed forever.”

“I love you', though, were three words she had often heard during her twenty-two years, and it seemed to her that they were now completely devoid of meaning, because they had never turned into anything serious or deep, never translated into a lasting relationship.”

“I love you. Those three words have a deeply embedded history. They come with a whole lifetime of laughter and tears. So when I say them, I hope you feel the weight of my words because they bear everything I hope. They bear everything that I am.”

“God! The sexiest three words in the English language, 'you were right'. What woman doesn't love to hear that?”