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

It's like Brad Pitt for us. You might not like blond men with pretty features, but c'mon, it's Brad. You're not going to kick him out of bed for eating crackers.

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

Things are what they are and there's no point dwelling in the past or wondering what could have been.

I still think I love him more. It's one of those things you never know for certain because there's no way to enter all the relationship data in a computer and have it spit out a definitive answer. You can't quantify love, and if you try, you wind up focusing on misleading factors.

Yet here we are, two children and a broken promise later, standing before each other, just the way we stood that day at the alter, with equal parts love and hope. And once again, I close my eyes, ready to take a leap of faith, ready for the long, hard road ahead. I have no idea how it's going to turn out, but then again, I never really did.

My head spins as I glance away, refusing to get sucked back into his gaze when so much is at risk.