All day I worried that she was losing interest in me, that her feelings had changed. She’s seemed a little cold, a little distant, diffident, distracted. I fretted in work, my anxiety grew, I was losing her, losing her, and then what, where would I be?

Then, later on she told me she loved me. Unprompted, believable.

Instantly my indifference toward her returned and I spent the evening angrily speculating on all the women I would be able to sleep with if only she weren’t around.