Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

One day she told me that they'd decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys.

I don’t want to be that person, who just takes things.

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

Closure. I loathe that word.