Every couple has two stories - the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version best left alone.
i wish i could freeze this moment, somehow delay my final decision, and just hang here in the balance between two places, two worlds, two loves.
My name is Kirby Rose, and I'm adopted. I don't mean to make it sound like an AA confession, although sometimes that's how people take it, like it's something they should be supportive about. I just mean that they are two basic facts about me.
There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for forgiveness, nothing more.
I'm glad you were both here," I finally manage, thinking how strange it is to be standing with the two people who made you, something most kids take for granted every day of their lives.
What if two people want to be your partner, then what?
There are two kinds of women--those who eat in a crisis and those who lose their appetite in a crisis.
How different this moment feels, for so many reasons. I tell myself that no two loves are identical - but that I don't have to compare anymore.
It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.