.LOVE-
And then there was the time that one of them simply
wouldn't return her calls to his office. So she called the
number he did not know that she had, and she said to the
woman who answered that this was so embarassing but as
he was no longer talking to her could he be told that she
was still waiting for the return of her lacy black
underthings, which he had taken because, he said, they
smelled of her, of both of them. Oh, and that reminded her,
she said, as the woman on the other end of the phone said
nothing, could they be laundered first, and then simply
posted back to her? He has her address. And then, her
businesss joyfully concluded, she forgets him utterly and
for ever, and she turns her attention to the next.
One day she won't love you too. It will break your heart.

Neil Gaiman- Fragile Things