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

I'm not trying to convey a message, I'm just trying to tell a story.

But I am learning that perfection isn't what matters. In fact, it's the very thing that can destroy you if you let it.

When I write, I picture the characters a certain way in my head, and they're not like any actor or actress. It's almost hard for me to let go of my ideas as to the way they look.

He threw in the towel before we were tested. Maybe because he didn't want to be tested. Maybe because he assumed we would fail. Maybe because, at the time, he just didn't love me enough.

It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.

When you are in a relationship, you are aware that it might end. You might grow apart, find someone else, simply fall out of love. But a friendship isn't a zero-sum game, and as such, you assume that it will last forever, especially an old friendship. You take its permanence for grandted, whuch might be the very thing so dear about it.