Events conspired to bring you back to where you'd been. It was what you did then that made all the difference: it was all about potential.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.

Conciseness is underrated

As he heard me approach, he quickly leaped up, grabbing a nearby loaf of bread and holding it in front of him as if struck by a sudden desire to make a sandwich.

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

The truth was I knew, after all those flat January days, that I deserved better. I deserved I love yous and kiwi fruits and warriors coming to my door, besotted with love. I deserved pictures of my face in a thousand expressions, and the warmth of a baby's kick beneath my hand. I deserved to grow, and to change, to become all the girls I could be over the course of my life, each one better than the last.