He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

That word again. Happy. It’s a curse. The pursuit of happiness makes us deeply unhappy. It’s a trap.Before anything else happened, there was me in bed, thinking of who you used to be. I don’t want you to think I forgot.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.

When it all come down to it, the thing that matters most in a relationship is principles [...] We have the same idea what’s right and what’s wrong, and that’s got us through any number of things. If you can have that with someone, then you’re most of the way toward love. Not just lover-love. Any kind of love.

Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York