It's nobody's fault. It's not my fault. I didn't do anything wrong, I know that now. It's just the way it is. Sometimes things just don't work out. You and me, we worked for the amount of time that we worked, then we didn't anymore. We can't go back, and frankly, I can't see what we can be. I've changed.

I'd been holding my breath all that time and as soon as she turned, I let it out. My heart twisted again and for a moment I panicked. I wanted to call her back, take it back. I wanted to go to Blake, take him back. Live the way we had always lived together. But then I remembered, habit.

We are so good together when we're not talking about what counts. And my life counts. Blake, my life is so important to me.""I know that.""Do you? Because he's in there having a pint on his own and I don't think you're the slightest bit interested in him. You haven't asked one question about me since I've seen you, not one."He frowned while he thought about it."That might be ok for someone else. It was ok for me for a while, but not now.

Why did I walk away from something that was perfect?" They ask me all the time. But I didn't. Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road. Stuff I didn't care about, so that I couldn't lose anything I really loved ever again.

Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.