I did try to really confront ways in which I fucked things up: like not setting boundaries or cutting myself off from friends or being needy.

Josh sends a photo from where he sits in the pub, gums shining pink through his smile, beer froth bubbles popping on his top lip. The stories I would tell myself at the start to stop it hurting, like ‘oh, I was just too much for him. I can’t stop thinking about how there’s no one there to know that I’ve gone for a bath, or for a walk, and as a result the act of doing one of those things, anything, starts to feel completely pointless. This journey back to your own self is the part about the last two years that I have enjoyed the most and like Annie, the support of my friends along the way has been invaluable beyond words.This book has left me both tearful and joyful - such a beautiful bittersweet book on the pain of heartbreak and the journey you endure to work through it. This release charts the ups and downs of a long-term relationship and explores the ways it slowly began to come apart - all with a precise, unsparing eye. The film ends and Moll gathers up her laptop and the blankets she brought down from the room she shares with Danny.

I told Joe about my day in this much detail because he was another part of me, and if that other part of me didn’t know what I was doing it felt like only a fraction of an experience. This pulled on all the heartstrings and I wish there‘d be a second installment at some point so I can check in with Annie and where she‘s at in life. it is an unflinchingly honest account of the simultaneous joy and pain of being in love that will resonate with anyone who has ever nursed a broken heart.I'm not talking about the kind you have at school or uni where you see someone for a few months and then they stop messaging, or one of you kisses someone else, and you feel a bit shit about it.