And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.

You don't have to talk to someone to think about them and check up on them now and again.

After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things - time and an emotional replacement - to fully mend one.

It's amazing to me how few guys know their friends' birthdays.

I still think I love him more. It's one of those things you never know for certain because there's no way to enter all the relationship data in a computer and have it spit out a definitive answer. You can't quantify love, and if you try, you wind up focusing on misleading factors.

Even if we no longer have much in common, we would have always had the past, which, in some ways, is just as important as the present or future. It is where we come from, what makes us who we are.