Don't you wish we could pick the people we love?" "Yeah," I say. "Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.

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

My relationship with my sister is so central to my life. She's my closest friend, my biggest supporter, and I know she would say the same about me.

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.

People generally didn't cheat in good relationships.

Love is seldom—almost never—an even proposition. Someone always loves more.