...love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

But now we have time. Endless time stretches before us.

The world is not that black and white, Rachel. There are no moral absolutes. It is complex.

I have always been drawn to coming-of-age stories and books and movies featuring compelling young characters.

There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for forgiveness, nothing more.

ONE MORE CHNCE. Words that my mother heard, more than once. Words that women debate. Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust. I think of all the judgment from society, friends, and family, the overwhelming consensus seeming to be that you should not grant someone who betrayed you a second chance. That you should do everything you can to keep the knife out of your back, and to protect your heart and pride. Cowards give second chances. Fools give second chances. And I am no coward, no fool.

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