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

It's Like Brad Pitt For Us. You Might Not Like Blond Men With Pretty Features, But C'mon, It's Brad. You're Not Going To Kick Him Out Of Bed For Eating Crackers.

He Threw In The Towel Before We Were Tested. Maybe Because He Didn't Want To Be Tested. Maybe Because He Assumed We Would Fail. Maybe Because, At The Time, He Just Didn't Love Me Enough.

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 Makes Us Who We Are.

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

I Have One Final Hope, If I Get Double Sixes, Maybe He Will Change His Mind, Come Back To Me. As If To Cast A Magic Spell, I Blow On The Dice Just As Dex Did...just As It Happened With Our First Roll, One Die Lands Before Its Mate. On A Six! I Hold My Breath. For A Brief Second, I See A Mess Of Dots, And Think I Have Boxcars Again. I Kneel, Staring At The Second Die. It Is Onle A Five. I Have Rolled An Eleven, It Is As If Someone Is Mocking Me, Saying, Close, But No Dice.