While talking to a friend who's over in London for a few days about MD and our break-up, my friend paused, put her hand on mine and just said, "Sweetie, are you going to be all right?"

I gave my stock response of "it sucks but I'll be fine."

"No, I mean, when you stop being angry at him."

Such a small, tiny question, but I was touched that she'd noticed how I'd chosen to cope, and that she wanted to know how I'd be even though I wasn't there yet. At the time, I said I would be.

Now, I'm not so sure. We may have been together for a really short amount of time but I really thought we could work. Sometimes, you just have this connection and you just know. I thought I knew. I really did.