Love is pretending to go to work but going to Victoria. To give you one last surprise, one last kiss, one last … it doesn’t matter, I saw you buying magazines. That morning I couldn’t have laughed with anyone in the world. And yet you laughed. You fucking well stood with a porter and laughed about something. That’s when I found out what love was. Seeing the one person you want to live with happy to have escaped from you.’ ‘But why didn’t
