If you try anything, if you try to lose weight, or to improve yourself, or to love, or to make the world a better place, you have already achieved something wonderful, before you even begin. Forget failure. If things don't work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud. And try again. And again. And again!

It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

Here was a boy who liked flaws, who saw them not as failings but as strengths. Who knew such a person could exist, or what would have happened if we'd found each other under different circumstances? Maybe in a perfect world. But not in this one.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.

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.

We both know the limits of this relationship. It's understood. And as long as we're both comfortablewith that, nobody gets hurt. It's basic.