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

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

Sometimes in the midst of all your boy drama, you just need a cupcake.

I'm trying to paint an underwater ocean scene. It's just not working. My queen angelfish is supposed to have these bright yellow eyes and electric-blue stripes along the edge of her fin. Instead, it looks like I'm trying to paint a fried egg with some blue bacon. Maybe I can pass it off as postmodern.

You can’t ever know the real anybody unless you’re friends with them. And sometimes not even then.

That's the tricky thing about being bonded to someone for life. Blake and his dad are bonded like I'm bonded with Erin. We're irrevocably tied together by history, a history that can never be erased. Even if you want to deny it, even it you want to pretend it never existed, it will always be a part of you. It will always, in some way, define who you are.

All I can do is hope.