Nothing Is Ever Perfect. It Is What

I Miss Him In So Many Ways, But Right Now I Miss Him In The Way You Always Miss Someone When You're Single Among A Room Full Of Couples.

Things Certainly Aren't The Way You Imagine Them When You're A Kid And Dreaming Big Dreams About What Your Life As A Grown-up Will Look Like.

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 Back.

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 Can't Quantify Love, And If You Try, You Wind Up Focusing On Misleading Factors.

I Try To Write About Real Women, Real People - In Other Words Flawed Characters.