I am a hopeless romantic. A silly, ridiculous, foolish romantic. I live in a fantasy land. I need to get real. And now, for the first time, I want to get real. I want a real relationship with a real man in the real world–-with all the real problems, faults, and whatever comes with it.

Too many people miss out on real love because they're too busy waiting for the ONE to show up

He hadn't lost Grace. Because she'd never been his to lose in the first place.

I never stopped joking around long enough to realize you weren't laughing anymore.

I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.

If only men were like New York taxi-cabs and had a light that they can switch on when they're interested and off when they're not available. Then you'd know exactly where you were and you wouldn't have to worry about getting it wrong and being horribly embarrassed. --- Lucy

Time has a funny way of airbrushing relationships, removing all the things that were wrong so when you look back it looks much better than it really was.