I nod, thinking of how difficult marriage can be, how much effort is required to sustain a feeling between two people - a feeling that you can't imagine will ever fade in the beginning when everything comes so easily. I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life. That is the only real way to grow together, instead of apart.

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

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

Things certainly aren't the way you imagine them when you're a kid and dreaming big dreams about what your life as a grown-up will look like.

And like a favorite old movie, sometimes the sameness in a friend is what you like the most about her.

(mother)" She used to tell me to get my nose out of my book and go get some fresh air.

He who fails to plan, plans to fail.