Maybe the thing to do after you roll the dice-and lose-is simply pick them up and roll them again.

...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.

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.

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.

It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.

We are one of those couples i used to watch, thinking to myself that I'd never be on the inside of something so special. I remember reassuring myself that it probably looked nicer than it actually was, I am happy to be wrong about that.