I still don't care, this heartbreak malarkey is clearly easier than Eastenders and Hollywood make out.

Actually that's not quite true, I'm trying to get her back, but I don't know what to do and there's a small bit of me (and a large part of my friends) that's telling me that it's not worth it. We've reached an agreement in our still frequent and amicable phone calls that while she's working on her current project (just a week left) we won't talk about it. Fine by me.