We are in love and meant to be together.

I'm going to keep seeing him as much as I can. We'll see what happens," I say, realizing that just "seeing what happens" is my version of "going for it.

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.

When I meet someone I like being with more than I like being alone, I'll marry her.

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.

Recognizing that there is more heartbreak in continuous disappointment than a void.

You can only control your own actions. Not other people’s reactions.