bridget jones: the edge of reason

"the room started to go blotchy. hate this thing about dating. one minute you're closer to someone than anyone in the whole world, next minute they only need to say the words "time apart," "serious talk" or "maybe you..." and you're never going to see them again and will have to spend the next six months having imaginary conversations in which they beg to come back, and bursting into tears at the sight of their toothbrush."

- bridget in bridget jones: the edge of reason
by helen fielding