Ghada’s Reviews > The Girl on the Train > Status Update

I miss him everyday. More than anyone, I think.He's the big hole in my life, in the middle of my soul. Or maybe he was just the beginning of it. I don't know. All I know is, one minute I'm ticking along fine and life is sweet and I want for nothing, and the next I can't wait to get away, I'm all over the place, slipping and sliding again.

I have to accept it, there's no point trying to push it away. I'm going to feel terrible all day, it's going to come in waves - stronger then weaker then stronger again- that twist in the pit of my stomach, the anguish of shame, the heat coming to my face, my eyes squeezed tight as though I could make it all disappear.

I close my eyes and let the darkness grow and spread until it morphs from a feeling of sadness into something worse: a memory, a flashback. I didn't just ask him to call me back. I remember now, I was crying. I told him that I still loved him, that I always would.Please, please, I need to talk to you. I miss you. No no no no no no no.

The writing style is brilliant, engaging.
(I am not the girl I used to be.It's as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move.)