What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.

My favorite part of any event is a Q&A. I do get asked a lot of the same questions but every now and then someone surprises me - and I LOVE that.

I have never fit into this town, this marriage, this skin. I am the child who was picked last to play tag; I am the girl who laughed although she did not get the joke; I am the piecemeal part of you that you pretend doesn't exist, except it is all I am, all the time.

love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.

I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.

So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?