I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

Isn’t that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.

Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.

There are stars in the night sky that look brighter than the others, and when you look at them through a telescope you realize you are looking at twins. The two stars rotate around each other, sometimes taking nearly a hundred years to do it. They create so much gravitational pull there's no room around for anything else. You might see a blue star, for example, and realize only later that it has a white dwarf as a companion - that first one shines so bright, by the time you notice the second one, it's too late.