He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.

In the fairy tale you mentioned last night, I would probably be the villain. But it's possible the villain would treat you far better than the prince would have.

I love you enough for the both of us. And there must be something about me worth loving. If you would just try.

Weddings are never about the bride and groom, weddings are public platforms for dysfunctional families.

Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past?" she asked softly. "That's all I want... just a little taste of what might have been.

It's difficult for most of us to be completely honest with ourselves - we hate to admit how vulnerable or needful we are.

Haven, don't ask me to define the boundaries of normal. You know how I was raised. My father once struck strands of his own pubic hair onto a painting and sold it for a million dollars.