She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

I had to get over [him]. For months now, a stone had been sitting on my heart. I'd shed a lot of tears over [him], lost a lot of sleep, eaten a lot of cake batter. Somehow, I had to move on. [Life] would be hell if I didn't shake loose from the grip he had on my heart. I most definitely didn't want to keep feeling this way, alone in a love affair meant for two. Even if he'd felt like The One. Even if I'd always thought we'd end up together. Even if he still had a choke chain on my heart.

And because he loved her, it wouldn't matter that she wasn't twenty-two or thirty or forty anymore. In his eyes she was truly the most beautiful woman in the world. The thought brought tears to Parker's eyes. A sucker for love indeed.

And here I still think of you as the woman I loved more than I’ve ever loved anyone

I hate the way ill always love you

Love came when you weren't looking, except in the case of millions who found mates on Match.com, but, hey. It sounded good.