My name is Kirby Rose, and I'm adopted. I don't mean to make it sound like an AA confession, although sometimes that's how people take it, like it's something they should be supportive about. I just mean that they are two basic facts about me.

I had never understood what people meant when they said they'd rather be alone if they couldn't be in the right relationship. Now I got it.

My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.

Guilt is a supreme waste of time and energy.

What every girl dreams of when she's dumped is - that the guy will someday feel regrest and come back and tell her all about it. And the beauty of it is you have no regrets whatsoever.

No scratch the word "career". Careers are people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck. This is merely a job. I can take or leave this place. I start to imagine quitting and following my yet-to-be-determined passion.

And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.