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

I think it's important to try to be present with whatever it is you're doing. And if you can't be present, take a break.

I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?

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.

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

No matter what the circumstances. I am more like most men in this regard. No second chances. It's not so much about morality, but about my inability to forgive. I'm a champion grudge holder, and I don't think I could change this about myself even if I wanted to.

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.