I can imagine us arguing. About faith, about us, about where we live (because we are different species, you and I. Different kinds). I can imagine it being awful, us both drinking to much, especially me, and sleeping in separate rooms. What would happen afterwards?

I could imagine that we might ignore each other for the next few days, before eventually holding hands again.

I could imagine us collapsing into bed the following night in a flurry of sorries. I don't usually apologise, but I might to you.

I probably wouldn't. I'm stubborn, and I couldn't lie to you. I wouldn't apologise unless I really and truly wanted to, unless I felt sorry.

I might just pull myself back into your arms. Or you'd curl into mine.

I discussed (with the Supermodel) being with someone you're not utterly in love with. I can't do it. I'd rather be alone than feel that awful disjunct, bearable with a one-night stand but hideous when you know that you could feel something so wonderful with someone else. My friend said that she was happy tonight, that she wanted to marry her boyfriend and they'd spoken about it, but I wasn't convinced. There was something slightly off. I wouldn't ever want to settle for second best.

You're first.