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“Maybe “exciting” love is overrated. The sort that drives you crazy and keeps you up at night. Give me gentleness, care, humility instead. Give me soft kisses and pillow talk, and sharing intimate secrets on park benches. I prefer long walks and train rides to new places, or road trips to nowhere in particular. Give me safety, and knowing, and certainty. No mind games, no wondering. Give me happiness, pure, unadulterated happiness with a person who knows me inside and out.”

Let’s forget everything that has happened,“ he said, "and start again."  And I said: "I can’t."  "Why not?” he asked, “don’t you love me enough?"  And I replied: "it’s not that, it’s that I loved you too much. It’s that I let you in too fast. Everything you did affected me in some way. Every time you tore me apart.  "I couldn’t start afresh, even if I tried. Our past has affected me in ways that I can’t forget.