Since I was five, I've known that I was adopted, which is a politically correct term for being clueless about one's own origins.

I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

That,” she says, “was never here before.

How foolish it is to run away with a man who's already run away with someone else.

Everyone deserves a happy ending.