After him there was nobody else. People, they tend to move on and find a home in another heart. But for me it was different. I grew to find comfort in my own company. I felt safe in my solitude. Love was given to me and even if it was for a short while, I understood it. They used to say that you don’t leave the one you love no matter what. But you do, sometimes love just isn’t enough. When I saw what it had done on those nights I couldn’t sleep, I imagined the epilogue in my book, ‘love wasn’t meant for me.’ This didn’t mean I hadn’t dreamed of taking care of another soul. It didn’t mean I craved to be alone. Sometimes I wanted to be held, sometimes I wanted to be somebody else in another person’s eyes. Love had taken all that I had. I was afraid that if I gave what I had left of my heart to another man, then maybe this time, I wouldn’t get it back.
- Unknown
