when there's just no more spark


'You know what's funny? I even miss your lateness. Your scattiness,your ditziness - I really missed it. Penny was so organised, always early for everything, one step ahead of the game, she used to say. It started to get boring in the end. I realize now, Am, your quirks are what give you such an imitable charm. That wa definitely one of the things I loved about you. Well, still do...' Then he looked at me, his big eyes blinking hopefully, expectantly.


"His eyes glazed over with tears and I felt mine doing the same. I went to kiss him goodbye on the cheek. It felt genuinely horrible hurting him. Gutted me to see him so upset, in the same way that it breaks your heart to see your mum or dad cry. But that's when I realised, that's all he would ever be to me now. Like a relative or a friend. Someone who knows me really well; in some ways better than I know myself. I know now that he's not the one for me. The reason? The spark. When he stole a goodbye kiss from be just before I fled hurriedly away - even though he kissed me with all the passion in the world - for me, the spark had all been gone out".