“She was a quagmire that would never let me go. Would I stop loving her? Probably not. Would I love anyone else like I loved her? Probably not. Did I hate her because she had dumped me? Definitely not. A woman as beautiful as her had a right to be selfish: getting unsolicited attention and approval from males all her life, being admired for her looks everywhere she went. How could she turn out any different? Among the scores of men, who had been affected and haunted by her beauty, I was a more fortunate one. At least, I had been able to chase an impossible dream. I had always known in my heart that she was not destined to be an ordinary spouse; to run a household, juggle a career and children. She was cut out for the finer things in life – bungalows, travel, gowns, imported cars, diamonds, and a life of luxury. Our lives could have never converged.”