I know what it is to feel like you’ve always got a lighthouse -lighthouses- to guide you back to dry land; to feel the warmth of its beam as it squeezes your hand, standing next to you at a funeral of someone you loved.
But I’ve been in love and I’ve lost love, known what it’s like to leave and be left. I hope all the rest will follow one day.
Nearly everything I know about love, I’ve learnt in my long-term friendships with women.
A breakup will never be as hard as the first one. You’ll float around aimlessly in the months afterwards, feeling as lost and confused as a child, questioning all the things you knew to be true and contemplating all the things you have to relearn.