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

Blurring the line between friendship and attraction was a surefire to lose a friend.

He who fails to plan, plans to fail.

Sure, we were friends who exchanged soulful glances, friends who slept in a bed filled with sexual tension, friends who found any excuse to touch, but I worried that we'd never take that perilous leap of faith toward becoming a real couple, a permanent team.

This time, I whispered that I loved him too. Then, I silently listed all the reason: I loved him for his gentleness. I loved him for being an amazing catch yet still vulnerable enough to be insecure. But most of all, I loved him for loving me.

I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.

I think that we have to consciously be aware that every moment we're in, every different stage in our lives, we can control.