I have a theory that the answers to all of life's major questions can found in a John Mayer song.

Love isn't logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.

I'm so excited that my stomach is in a jiggle-jaggle of nerves. There they go again. Jiggle. Jaggle. I'm a mess.

I have no interest in maintaining a relationship with someone who didn’t love me enough to stick around.

I’ve already lived through the worst time of my life. So I know that whatever happens to me from now on, nothing will ever be as bad as it was back then. That makes me happy.

Physical attraction that strong is addictive. And knowing that kind of magic isn’t just a fantasy makes me want to find it again. But what about being with someone who makes me a better person? What about sharing my life with someone who adores me as much as I adore him, whom I can always count on, who helps me find my way when I’m lost?

Following your heart means allowing the possibility of finding true love to be stronger than the fear of rejection.