With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

I think of friendship in terms of love.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

Tell me a way you think this can work." "We'll find a way," I tell her. "That's not an answer. It's a hope." "Hope's gotten us this far. Not answers.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.