After the dress rehearsal that afternoon, someone had misplaced the vial of poison, and for lack of better, Romeo would have to commit suicide by eating Tic Tacs.

And whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his.

While at Oxford in 1999, I met Jonathan Fortier, who is a Montreal-born Canadian. Despite the challenges of a transatlantic relationship, we remained keen on each other and eventually married in 2002.

We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.

If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?