Well, because sometimes you love someone but they might not be the right person for you. That takes some time to figure out

Maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

Things are what they are and there's no point dwelling in the past or wondering what could have been.

Blurring the line between friendship and attraction was a surefire to lose a friend.

There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for forgiveness, nothing more.

His loyalty, so fierce and unwavering, makes my eyes water and heart ache.

Yet here we are, two children and a broken promise later, standing before each other, just the way we stood that day at the alter, with equal parts love and hope. And once again, I close my eyes, ready to take a leap of faith, ready for the long, hard road ahead. I have no idea how it's going to turn out, but then again, I never really did.