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

In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.

The whole "misery loves company" thing never applies more than when you're breaking up. The thought that the other person is doing fine is simply too much to bear.

I like to match what I wear to my book jacket - it's a little bit cheesy, but it's my thing.

I'm going to keep seeing him as much as I can. We'll see what happens," I say, realizing that just "seeing what happens" is my version of "going for it.

Well, shoes, bags and clutches are usually my big weaknesses - my husband always laughs when I call them 'investment pieces.'

Throw in the intensity of emotions that come with that bittersweet summer sandwiched between high school graduation and the rest of your life.