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

My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.

You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can wind up focusing on misleading factors.

In my stories, I think, as I've gotten older, the characters have become stronger and more independent, and more capable of making unconventional decisions.

I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to explain to Zoe one of the very saddest notions in love and life: sometimes the timing is wrong--and sometimes you realize the heart of the matter way to late in the game.

But I have learned that you make your own happiness, that part of going for what you want means losing something else. And when the stakes are high, the losses can be that much greater.

It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.