"and yes, maybe you're right, maybe I'm being overdramatic, maybe I'm blowing this up into something much bigger than it is because I'm feeling sorry for myself, but why the hell not, huh? Why the hell can't I feel like this, and whether it's true or not, it certainly feels true right now. And it feels like shit. And oh my God, I'm never going to wake up next to him again. And oh my God, I'm never going to look in his eyes as we're making love, and oh my God, he's going to be doing that with someone else, and probably very soon, and me? I'm going to be on my own for the rest of my bloody life." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green