We did really love each other . . . didn't we? Didn't we? In the name of that reality —M.

Bradley, my marriage is over. I think my life is probably over. What a poor affair it has been.

And now she had run into an emptiness more final than any words of rejection. He was gone and would make himself a stranger to her for ever.

Starting this relationship seems to me one of the better things you've ever done, however it ends.""We can't separate it from how it ends.

His sudden decision not to see her any more was utterly incomprehensible to the girl, it was a death sentence from a hidden authority for an unknown crime. Nothing had changed, and then there was suddenly this.

Forgive me for not being able to be with you.

I am sorry that our friendship, or whatever name one may give to the obsessive relationship which has bound us together for so many years, should end in this way. This is not the place to utter its elegy.

Only sometimes at night when I think that you live now and are somewhere, I shed tears.

We just drifted apart . . . I began to find his company extremely tiring.""It was extremely tiring, but we were all addicted to it.