Heartbroken men are like wild animals, running around with hysteria in their eyes, desperately trying to knock the dents out of their egos. 

There is a little Juliet inside me, hoping I will lock eyes with my Romeo on the other side of a fish tank or through a gap in a library bookcase. Hell, even if it’s...

I didn’t want him to be the one I avoided because he’d hurt me. If I was just his friend, then I would still be blessed. If that meant swallowing my pride and being his...

Because the truth is, this is love, and it doesn’t matter if you lose everything. Your job. Your home. Your car. Not as long as you have that person by your side.

I’m cautious with the love word because I really know what it means. I’ve been there, done that and I know what the implications are. I also know that people say they love people when...

I’ll be honest with you here… I’d describe it as a wild, almost uncontrollable need to be a part of that person’s life. A passion, really. Yes – in fact, the best way of describing...