I miss us, too. I always have, and probably always will

I always find something in common with my protagonist, particularly when I write in the first person.

The worst is when someone in your past trumps the person in your present, and you think to yourself: if I'd known this, then maybe I wouldn't have let him go.

But now we have time. Endless time stretches before us.

I think that we have to consciously be aware that every moment we're in, every different stage in our lives, we can control.

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

It was about grace, she decides, something that has been missing from her own life. ... She wants to be the kind of person who can bestow unearned kindness on another, replace bitterness with empathy, forgive only for the sake of forgiving.