The worst thing a girl can do is trail after a boy when a love affair is dead.

I can see the warmth. He's falling for me.

A real relationship is two-way.

I had no plans to be a writer. My teenaged bid for stardom was to be a pop star... which, ahem, didn't exactly work out.

Our eyes met in the math class. How were we to know that trigonometry would lead to matrimony?

Obviously this is engagement ring city. Couples are wandering along and girls are pointing through the windows and the men are smiling but all look slightly sick whenever their girlfriends turn away.

We all fail to appreciate each day just how much we already possess. Light, air, freedom, the companionship of friends.