Love makes you want to be a better man. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

The worst feeling: when you just have to wait and prepare yourself for the lie.

Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)

It’s humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.

Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.