My notions of love were built on Nicholas Sparks’s books, and Hollywood movies; there’s always one grand gesture of love and everything works out; there are no religious differences, no caste differences, no language barriers.

The hardest part about losing someone you’re not ready to lose is accepting the fact that you’re better off without this person in your life; that your days will be brighter without them; that all the love you gave them wasn’t enough. It’s accepting that this person you lost was okay with losing you.

If you’re sitting in a dark room right now, crying into a big bowl of ice-cream while you stalk your ex and their new lover on Instagram, you’re not alone.

“My husband left me for my best friend, and how I survived this betrayal go up each day and kept going, even when I couldn’t.”

We are such a sensitive surface that we can’t remember the exit, an exit, from the weathers of our temperament.