Never Google Heartbreak

I want you. I’ve always wanted you and I never want to stop wanting you.

What do any of us know at any age?

Riding on buses, boats, bikes, taxis and underground trains, talking on phones, hustling for deals, queuing for coffee. This world is moving on while I sit here feeling like I’ve swallowed a great big jagged rock.

Max has woken me from a nightmare and I realise that when I’m with him, everything is proper and brilliant and in colour.

kind of a project to throw myself into so I don’t spend every spare moment pining for him

really put my shit into perspective.’

read somewhere that the state of a woman’s house is linked to her state of mind.

‘Well, follow your heart, I’d say . . . even into disaster.’ She smiles and stands to clear the cups. ‘And there is a queue, Vivienne; you just can’t see it.’

How are you supposed to show your heart is breaking?

The woman with it all has high heels and an expensive-looking hairdo; there she is in her office, holding up a pen with authority.