Looking at her, I thought again how beautiful she was - even in jeans and a T-shirt, no makeup, she was breathtaking. So much so that it was hard to believe she could ever have looked at herself and seen anything else.

I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.

But against love, the case was solid. Easily argued. And you could, indeed, hold it in your hand.

I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don't regret things. Because at least I didn't spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

No, no, no to Tallyho.

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.