I always find something in common with my protagonist, particularly when I write in the first person.
Nothing is ever perfect. It is what you make of it.
It's amazing to me how few guys know their friends' birthdays.
Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don’t usually like. Just do it, I always think.
Life's not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means.
It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.