The power of women united, I am again reminded, is an invincible thing.

He's definitely one of those men you love before you get to know.

In fiction, I searched for my favorite authors, women I have trusted to reassure me than not all teenage guys are total ditwads, that the archetype of the noble cute hero who devotes himself to the girl he loves has not gone the way of the rotary phone. That all I had to do was be myself (smart, hardworking, funny) and be patient and kind and he and I would find each other. As Bea would say, this why they call it fiction.

Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

Sometimes if you wait too long, it's too late.

If it's true love, then it will abide. If it was a fleeting crush, then it will turn to dust. Either way, the truth will out.

Maybe we were being a bit unrealistic, but we had this hope that if we could just get into the Ivy League, everything would be set. We dreamed of Gothic libraries and leafy green quads and romantic dorms with fireplaces and guys who were not only cute but also smart and charming, and, quite possibly, British. In college, we believed, we’d finally find our people.