Love Is Seldom—almost Never—an Even Proposition. Someone

This Time, I Whispered That I Loved Him Too. Then, I Silently Listed All The Reason: I Loved Him For His Gentleness. I Loved Him For Being An Amazing Catch Yet Still Vulnerable Enough To Be Insecure. But Most Of All, I Loved Him For Loving Me.

I'm Going To Keep Seeing Him As Much As I Can. We'll See What Happens," I Say, Realizing That Just "seeing What Happens" Is My Version Of "going For It.

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, Forgive Only For The Sake Of Forgiving.

There Are People And Places And Events You'd Prefer To Forget Or At Least Gloss Over. In The End, You Can Slap A Pretty Label On It - Like Serendipity Or Fate. Or You Can Believe That It's Just The Random Way Life Unfolds.

A Son Is A Son 'til He Gets A Wife, But A Daughter Is A Daughter All Her Life.