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She's engaged but not in love. I've discovered there are so many. They're dreamers, those who've waited for their prince charming and not seeing him arrive, started to think they had been wrong. They started to think that their prince charming fell from his horse and is now in the local hospital's recovery ward.
Taken by the fear of being left alone and by the need of some tenderness, they hooked up with the white horse. You recognize them immediately when you meet them, they're those who you can sometimes see looking through the window. It's undoubtedly harder to want to be with someone to not be left alone and behaving like proper fiancées, intead of being so naturally.

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Don't you think Hindley would be proud of his son, if he could see him? Almost as proud as I am of mine. But there's this difference, one is gold put to the use of paving stones; and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost — rendered worse than unavailing.

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"Ah, well, Snape... Harry Potter, you know... we've all got a bit of a blind spot where he's concerned.

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"So young," he said finally, "to be fighting so many."

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The train arrived an hour late. But what is the use of arriving to an appointment on time, when you know that the person you love more than your own life will never come?

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I forgot many things I thought I knew, and learnt many others that I had forgotten. I can see things at a great distance, and many others, close up, escape my view.

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But he suddenly started up, and, closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

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"Here I am, in front of you," you wrote. Yes You know, sometimes I'm a little 'slow to understand. At first reading I thought you were giving me your clothes to hide my nakedness. But such idea doesn't suit you, on the contrary. Then I thought it was an act of seduction, original, bizarre, a little ridiculous and clumsy: an oral strip-tease. And little by little the tone of your voice has changed. Here is a nudity, you say (or at least, as I understand it now), that it's not like a knife and it is not like a wound. A revealed and vulnerable nudity, a little embarrassed and compassionate. Exactly like yours. Look, you say, it's a bit shy and it tries to hide his flaws with a lot of little tricks, which, however, is willing to give up, for those who want to look at her with indulgent eyes. It uses clothes (do you say that?), of shirts, dresses, bras, belts, as well as humans use words, "theirs". But come, touch, feel; it is a nudity that can also heal.

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No existence is like any other. And maybe we'll never meet again. But I want you to know that I loved you all my life. That I loved you before meeting you. That you're part of me.

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A long time ago, I learnt that I can cure my wounds only when I have the courage to face them. And I also learnt to forgive myself and to correct my mistakes.