There Is No Grief Like Heartbreak.

You See Yourself As Very Average, Ordinary. And There Is Nothing Ordinary About You, Rachel." (something Borrowed)

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.

Love Is Seldom—almost Never—an Even Proposition. Someone Always Loves More.

There Is No Grief Like Heartbreak.

Which Always Raises The Interesting Question Of Whether Redheads Pursue Other Redheads In A Narcissistic Way, Or Simply, Because They Have No Other Choice, As Nonredheads Aren't Interested.