Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't.

Girlfriend is such a stupid word. I couldn't stand calling her that. So, we had to get married, so I could call her 'wife.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth

Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.