But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

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.

Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don’t usually like. Just do it, I always think.

I try to write about real women, real people - in other words flawed characters.

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.

What appeals to you the most is the very thing that will drive you crazy

i want to make it official, i want to make it forever