His biggest mistake
I sighed when he said that.
"When he said he still loves me, I just think that three words are not special anymore."
"As a doctor, I will tell what love is. Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms. You blush in each other's presence, you both hover in places where you expect the other to past, you are both a little tongue-tied, you both laugh inexplicably and too long, you become quite nauseatingly girlish, and he becomes quite a ridiculous gallant. You have also grown a little stupid. For a woman to obtain success, she is obliged either to weep, to nag or to sulk." I stay silent and let him continue.