I miss us too. I always have and I probably always will. Sometimes there are no happy endings. No matter what, I’ll be losing something, someone. But maybe that’s what it all comes down to....

I think of how life takes unexpected twists and turns, sometimes through sheer happenstance, sometimes through calculated decisions. In the end, it can all be called fate, but to me, it is more a matter...

What every girl dreams of when she’s dumped is – that the guy will someday feel regrest and come back and tell her all about it. And the beauty of it is you have no...

He nods, as if to acknowledge that endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.

Although I’m sure there are plenty of tall, gorgeous, life-of-the-party guys who are also true to their wives, I happen to believe that a disproportionate number of them are cheaters.

Whenever I hear of someone else’s tragedy, I do not dwell on the accident or diagnosis, or even the initial shock waves or aftermath of grief. Instead, I find myself reconstructing those final ordinary moments....

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy...

Despite the fact that I have no regrets about how things turned out in my life, I still can’t help wanting to understand my intense relationship with Leo, as well as that turbulent time between...

You see yourself as very average, ordinary. And there is nothing ordinary about you, Rachel.” (Something Borrowed)

True love is supposed to make you into a better person-uplift you.

Even if we no longer have much in common, we would have always had the past, which, in some ways, is just as important as the present or future. It is where we come from,...

What if two people want to be your partner, then what?

You can love someone you mistrust.

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall–the blind belief in fate, the whole...

People generally didn’t cheat in good relationships.

…recognizing that there is more heartbreak in continuous disappointment than a void…

In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.

Change can be good but its always tough to let go of the past

I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life. That this is the only way to grow together, instead of apart.

his unwavering confidence – but now, it feels like a brand of indifference

And like a favorite old movie, sometimes the sameness in a friend is what you like the most about her.

Would they retreat or move forward? Could they do this thing they were on the verge of doing? Did they have it in them to make a wrong decision just because it felt right?

Being married cuts on your freedom. Having a husband or a relationship at all puts constraints on you. by Michael.

I looked at my friend, overwhelmed with confusion. Unsure of what April should do. What I should do. What a strong woman would do. In fact, the only thing that I am certain of is...

You can’t quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional...

Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day...

As everyone applauds and sips champagne, I smile back at Rachel, thinking she got it just right. Love and friendship. They are what makes us who we are and what can change us, if we...

No, scratch the word “career.” Careers are for people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck.

I was aware that we were both silently making those inevitable comparisons, putting our relationship in context. She is more this and less that. He is better or worse in these ways. It is human...

His loyalty, so fierce and unwavering, makes my eyes water and heart ache.

But I have learned that you make your own happiness, that part of going for what you want means losing something else. And when the stakes are high, the losses can be that much greater.

You can only control your own actions. Not other people’s reactions.

It occurs to me that she is not unique–that all women compare lives. We are aware of whose husband works more, who helps more around the house, who makes more money, who is having more...

chick lit” and for the most part the term doesn’t bother me. I think it simply signals to readers that the book is about women, written for women (although many men enjoy my books), about...

Buried beneath disappointment and fear, anger and pride, I just might find it in my heart to forgive.

Someday being with Dex will be a distant memory. This fact makes me sad too. Its the initial stages of grief that seem to be worst but in some ways, Its sadder as time goes...

Love and friendship. They are what make us who we are, and what can change us, if we let them.

The feeling I have reminds me of New Year’s Eve, when the countdown is coming and I’m not quite sure whether to grab my camera or just live in the moment. Usually I grab the...

I nod, thinking of how difficult marriage can be, how much effort is required to sustain a feeling between two people – a feeling that you can’t imagine will ever fade in the beginning when...

We both have a lot of growing-up to do… A lot of the world to see & figure out on our own.” — Leo

No second chances. It’s not so much about morality, but about my inability to forgive. I am a champion grudge holder, and I don’t think I could change this about myself even if I wanted...

desperately wanting to define what’s in the air between us but unwilling to make the first move

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...

Looking back, I question whether I really loved Nate, or just the security of our relationship. I wonder if my feelings for him didn’t have a lot to do with hating my job. From the...

The mind-blowing, ridiculous sex which was the stuff of both poetry and porn – so unlike anything else I had ever experienced before.

Throw in the intensity of emotions that come with that bittersweet summer sandwiched between high school graduation and the rest of your life…

It was about grace, she decides, something that has been missing from her own life. … She wants to be the kind of person who can bestow unearned kindness on another, replace bitterness with empathy,...

My head spins as I glance away, refusing to get sucked back into his gaze when so much is at risk.

Life’s not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means.

I don’t know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don’t know why I didn’t love her. It’s something you can’t really control.