“I choose my outfit, my undergarments with care, because I know from experience that a drink, with him, will lead to much, much more. In the bar, I bask in his attention, happy in this moment, knowing full well it… — 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
