This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don’t jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.

My experience is that sequels are rarely as good as the originals.

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said ‘friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier.

He was the closest thing I'd ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn't count. You were either in, or you weren't.

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

It takes so little to change everything. If you really thought about it, it would scare you to death.

Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.