I write about relationships and I try to create real-life characters.

Throughout the ordeal, I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad. Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus my energy on something than the ache in my heart.

Love as a verb. Love as a commitment.

[The] maid of honor - the unambiguous, grown-up equivalent of wearing best friend necklaces.

Nothing is ever perfect. It is what you make of it.

I had never understood what people meant when they said they'd rather be alone if they couldn't be in the right relationship. Now I got it.

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