Endless train of thoughts ran inside your head — the inevitable deep feeling of forlorn gradually consuming you whole.

Rather inadequate of your own feelings to feel unpleasantly bitter. ‎ With Neil excessively spending his time with Ann rather than you — his own lover.

A self-absorbed man who cannot go for a day without mentioning that cursed name of a woman he called a friend — Ann.

"She is but a mere friend for goodness sake! But you...! You are my lover."