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.

Every couple has two stories - the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version best left alone.

One way isn't better than the other; they're just different.

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

Buried beneath disappointment and fear, anger and pride, I just might find it in my heart to forgive.

Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don’t usually like. Just do it, I always think.

Some of my very closest friends are my guy friends, going back to the third grade, so I believe in the integrity of the male-female friendship.