There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

With these words Jake had let go of me. Which proved that he knew more about why I was leaving than even I did. I had believed that I was running away from what had happened. I did not know, not until I met Nicholas days later, that the whole time I was really running towards what was yet to be.

She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.

Some lessons can't be taught, they simply have to be learned.

There's that unwritten schism that literary writers get all the awards and commericals writers get all the success.

I keep quite busy, walk 5 miles a day, and have an excellent hairdresser who keeps the gray out of my red hair.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.