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.

I really try to focus on my books and readers.

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

there is always something comforting about knowing that you are not alone. That other people feel the way you do. That you are a bit screwed up, but still normal.

Instead of relief or gratitude, more guilt washes over me. Andy's certainly not faultless - no one ever is in a marriage

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.

I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.