Nah," I said. "But if it does, just tell him I said to get back on the bike." "What?" "He'll understand.

It's never long distance between friends.

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.

I think I'm way too much of a control freak to co-author anything with anyone. I have a hard enough time writing with myself! I admire people that can do it, but it's not for me.

Was it really this easy, once you escaped, to just not care?