Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories.

What else is there to write about than love and loss?

The evening had turned sweet and blue.

The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

It was as though I had one map inside my head and it led to the man who was waiting for me. Someone who was alone - maybe even more alone - than I was.

The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.