Nothing is ever perfect. It is what you make of it.

Whenever you make a big decision in life, at least any decision where you have a viable alternative, there is an inevitable uneasy aftermath. Anxiety is merely a sign that you're taking something seriously.

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

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.

His loyalty, so fierce and unwavering, makes my eyes water and heart ache.

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

The whole "misery loves company" thing never applies more than when you're breaking up. The thought that the other person is doing fine is simply too much to bear.