“Oh yes, We've all danced to this particular tune at one time in our lives. In my experience, the majority of women are hopeless romantics, believing that, in time, he'll realise how wonderful we are, and fall in love with… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“Love' was a word I had cheapened with overuse over the years, bleeding it dry of meaning by saying it purely from force of habit, or to convince myself of something of which I was far from sure. I wanted… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“I realised I was tiring of our games, fed up with trying to second guess his motives, weary of trying to hold myself aloof… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“We were supposed to be having a serious conversation about where we were headed - or indeed why we were headed nowhere - but… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“Everywhere was filled with painful, jarring reminders of what I'd lost: an elderly couple sitting on a bench, gnarly, arthritic fingers interlaced; a handsome… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“Isn't this more about how two people can read a situation in two completely different ways? I've been resisting the urge to build castles… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
I want to build you a house with my bare hands and carry you over the threshold. I want too cook for you every… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“Oh yes, We've all danced to this particular tune at one time in our lives. In my experience, the majority of women are hopeless… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“I decided however fleeting, however short lived these sensations might be, I was determined to savor them while they lasted, without pushing for more… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“I needed reassurance from the doubts that were beginning to surface in my mind since I'd first given voice to them in conversation with… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“The reason for my discomfort was simple. Our story - however romantic I could make it sound in my head - sometimes sounded a… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
Our break-up had been a resounding anti-climax. I wanted to be wept over, bitterly. I wanted to be fought for. Mourned, or regretted just… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
“By writing this, knowing that there was a chance he'd read it, i was up to my old tricks. Was I not sending an… — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
Music from my iPod was setting my life to a dramatic soundtrack that only I could hear. — Catherine Sanderson Copy Share Image
