I've been known to slum it and shop in the gag-him-and-bag-him aisles, believe it or not.

I miss you Emma." I'm not sure, but it looks like her eyes tear up. "I was fine for months without you," she says, the words hushed and forlorn. "Why does it hurt now?" I'm sighing and shoving a hand through my hair, which I know from experience leaves strands of it stabbing out in numerous directions, defiant and crazy-looking. Maybe crazy is exactly how I feel. "Because now we have hope of something more.

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

I don't know why it's so hard for me to say those three words. Most guys throw it around like breath, like bait.

No offense to hot girls everywhere- but newsflash- there are hot girls everywhere.

No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.

Landon Loucas Maxfield was asleep on his sofa. With me.