You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. if anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear.

n the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred. When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.

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

There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.

I think I'm too lazy a writer to do something like historical fiction. You have to do so much research. I just write what I know.

But something, somehow, had made all these paths converge. You couldn't find it on a checklist, or work it into the equation. It just happened.