Did I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with?
An ideal relationship, the balance of power is equal. But if someone has to have more power, that someone needs to be the woman. Her reasoning is that when most men wield the power, they abuse it and...
You can’t go back, he says. Just look forward. You’re doing the right thing now.
Whenever you make a big decision in life, at least any decisionwhere you have a viable alternative, there is an inevitable uneasy aftermath.Anxiety is merely a sign that you're taking something seriou...
We are one of those couples I used to watch, thinking to myself that I'd never be on the inside of something so special. I remember reassuring myself that it probably looked nicer that it actually was...
They both continue to stare at each other, expressionless, motionless, in the weirdest standoff I've ever seen almost as if they're calling the other's bluff. It is the way you'd look at a perfect str...
Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don’t usually like. Just do it, I always think.
The whole misery loves companything never applies more than when you're breaking up. The thought that theother person is doing fine is simply too much to bear.
Sweetened ice tea is one of the things I love about the South, right up there with homemade biscuits and cheese grits.
Still, I don't like his use of the word fine. I want to be better than fine.
Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room.
My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.
My head spins as I glance away, refusing to get sucked back into his gaze when so much is at risk.
In short, I have no real faith in my own happiness. And then there is Darcy. She is a woman who believes that things should fall into her lap, and consequently, they do. They always have. She wins bec...
I think of how life takes unexpected twists and turns, sometimes through sheer happenstance—like running into Leo on the street. Sometimes through calculated decisions—like Margot’s. Or mine, tonight,...
I still think I love him more. It's one of those things you never know for certain because there's no way to enter all the relationship data in a computer and have it spit out a definitive answer. You...
I don't know what a carbuncle is, but it doesn't sound pleasant. I wish one upon Rachel's nose.
I desperately want to feel that way again. To be in a relationship that I’m not trying to script or water down. It’s about wanting something real—even if it’s messy and complicated.
Ellen laughs, as we’ve both made fun of those nauseating Facebook posts that use a religious concept to justify their thinly veiled bragging.
Cremation was definitely the way to go. It was the way I wanted to go, rather than risk the possibility of going out on a bad-hair day.