“But what was there to say? Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief. Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.”—Arundhati Roy (The God of Small Things) ForewordHe told me he was leaving. He told me he rather not have me wait for him because he did not know his return. He told me that I hold a special place in his heart. He told me I will never be replaced. After all the things he has told me, it seems as if they were meaningless. He could tell me a thousand more sweet words, but they will only wreck my heart because in the end, I would not have him to call my own.  In the end, I will be left alone, a memory that will soon fade. Knowing that his departure will bring me heartache, I gave myself up. I let him in knowing full well that he was going to leave me.