We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.

We look down our noses at people who've made mistakes in relationships. She's so stupid! How could she do that! Our superiority makes us feel better. But I’d bet everything I have on the fact that people to claim to have a perfect record in love are either lying or have very limited dating experience. People who say, I’d never do that! Someday, unless you are very, very lucky, you’ll have a story to tell. Or not to tell.

I mean it’s purposeful, even if we don’t realize it. The desire to put things in our path, to figure out how to finally leave the behind….

Although I love snow, it messes things up terribly around Seattle, with all of our hills. I worry about my loved ones driving.

So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love.

You look so good," I say, and s***! Oh god, that's not what I meant. S***! "It looks good. The book.

Maybe sometimes you just feel like everything can be taken from you all at once.