I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I just remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.

deep down...she's a good woman...you should be proud of her." When I told my mom about this, she just looked very sad because he could never say those things to her. Not ever. Not even when he walked her down the aisle.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

If the right thing came along, I would absolutely direct something I did not write because I love the process so much, but we'll see. I'm taking it day by day.

I am really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.

And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.