Getting over you was easy in the end.

I really want to talk to someone about the men in my life. I wish I'd kept a diary over the last few months as sometimes even I lose track of where my head and heart are at.

The first to come along since the ex, was Muslim. I'm Catholic. I would have loved him eventually. You know when you just know that given time you'd fall. We didn't have the time. That was a whirlwind. Exciting and naughty and dangerous and secret and we really connected. We spoke every day. Most hours to be honest. We still speak most days. I got a really good friend in him. But we'll both always feel that little bit more deep down. Each of us knows it. Everyone who knows the two of us see it too. But he's muslim, I'm Catholic and his family need him to find a Muslim girl to bring into the family. As he told me... he doesn't make the rules, just has to follow them.

I can be his friend. His parents found him a girlfriend soon after. But then there are times like tonight when he says things like how stupid he must be to have missed out on being with me, and tells me how he's spent the last hour looking through pictures of me. But at least I know where I stand with him.

Sort of...