Love was one of those feelings that you could never control.
Aim for what u want and the year will all make a sense.
I always want my books to reach a positive point in the end.
I would love to write a mystery - a romantic, funny mystery.
It's like my garden, love. Everything grows. Including love. And with that growing everyday how can you expect missing her to ever fade away? Everything builds, including our ability to cope with it. That's how we keep going.
Maybe love is thinking that every time your partner does or says something mundane that you want to start a Mexican wave from here to Uzbekistan in utter delight.