I feel incendiary, a wildfire. My spirit licks at the gates of a very elaborate, customized, and distracting emotional Hades.

He’s pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to beI rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric...

One of the best times for figuring out who you are & what you really want out of life? Right after a break-up.

I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

Always a trade. Always a compromise. Until there wasn’t anything left to bargain with, because neither one us had any clue what to do.

And I was — this is just how I was afraid you’d take it. I knew it, that you’d think this means you were right to be afraid all the time and never feel secure...

Taking the Right Decision in any situation only requires TWO major ingredients:Critical Thinking and Grace.Critical Thinking is like ‘Works’ and Grace is like ‘Faith’. So if “Faith without Works is dead,” then same, I believe,...

How can I grieve what is still in motion?” I ask her. “Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding,” I say. “It´s Normandy out there.

To love everyone unconditionally does not mean to give everyone your unconditional time. Sometimes, to love completely, we must never see someone again. This, too, is love. This is giving someone the freedom to exist...

disintegrated” really meant. But I had to sit, blinking at her while this happened. I couldn’t get up or down or scream or vomit the way a visibly injured person might. I sat there.

I have a horrid scar right under my left knee from you. Well, the absence of you. Seems appropriate. But I still miss you. My pillowcase smells like you, so I bury my face in...

At your absolute best, you still won’t be good enough for the wrong person. At your worst, you’ll still be worth it to the right person.

For me, it´s sloth,” I say. “Hedonistic sloth and escapism.

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.

Breakups have a way of shaking us awake and helping us see what we really want vs. what we are willing to settle for.

So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my...

I didn’t plan it,” she said. “I hoped that we would both just know when it was time… That we’d have one of those moments. Like in the movies, foreign movies, when something small happens,...

And one day they tell you that love doesn’t exist between you two. And you start blaming yourself even after knowing that you’ve been cheated on.

Foolishly; ‘I am capable to kill love once again’ for it is my longing that is unusual as the Black Widow.

I miss your smile… but I miss mine more.

How could you do that to me?” I repeat. I don´t have to itemize. He knows what I speak of.Eventually N produces three answers, in this order:1. “Because I am a complete rotter.” I silently...

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

I had to break up with Medusa. I just got sick of buying mice for her hair. I should have ended it sooner, but you try looking into those eyes.

The words come out of my mouth, but they don’t sound like me. I don’t sound like me. Probably because I know it’s all lies. But I can see that they’re lies that Reeve believes....

A lot of the pain you are dealing with right now is really just your thoughts.

Naturally, I do blame Françoise. I blame her for having N in the first place. She was young, she was beautiful, she was married to a doctor, and she was intelligent. She could have abstained...

…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

Although she was beautiful, he knew that that wasn’t enough anymore.

The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.

One day they’ll realize they lost a diamond while playing with worthless stones.

We’re both whisper-screaming at each other. All I can think is this is the worst possible way to break up with somebody.

The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories.

Two words. Three vowels. Four constenants. Seven letters. It can either cut you open to the core and leave you in ungodly pain or it can free your soul and lift a tremendous weight off...

I am replete with stamina in finding out every single fact I can about this whole affair.Yet, I think, do I want to pull that thread? Do I want to unleash the truth, unravel deceit,...

It was like someone had died- like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true loves, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also...

Two days after my dad’s funeral, my mom went on a mission. I never understood it until then–that sometimes a spy doesn’t need a cover so much as she needs a shield.

That’s how it is with relationships, it’s a part of life, and all the great love songs and poems and films have been written by people who were standing where I was that morning as...

We’ve all loved someone way too freakin’ much.

Although I notice there is never a truly good time to have a nice long chat with one´s mother-in-law, unless you are having an extraordinary life and marriage and your mother-in-law is, say, Maureen Dowd,...

If I wasn’t so phenomenal. I would go back to you.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Someday I will have revenge. I know in advance to keep this to myself, and everyone will be happier. I do understand that I am expected to forgive N and his girlfriend in a timely...

Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.

But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would

At first I thought my wife and I were made for each other. It was as if we came out of the same factory. I think we were made in the USA, because things quickly...

Either give me your hand, or end it now, and put us both out of our misery

Yes. THANK YOU. And say hello to Judas Iscariot.

Every woman that finally figured out her worth, has picked up her suitcases of pride and boarded a flight to freedom, which landed in the valley of change.

I loved you when I left you.

You see it everywhere and everyone seems to be doing it but you. You could have had it as well, and you know it, and that’s what bothers you. Your worst enemy is yourself, and...