He Was Uncomplicated And Upbeat And Easy.

The Feeling I Have Reminds Me Of New Year’s Eve, When The Countdown Is Coming And I’m Not Quite Sure Whether To Grab My Camera Or Just Live In The Moment. Usually I Grab The Camera And Later Regret It When The Picture Doesn’t Turn Out. Then I Feel Enormously Let Down And Think To Myself That The Night Would Have Been More Fun If It Didn’t Mean Quite So Much, If I Weren’t Forced To Analyze Where I’ve Been And Where I’m Going.

I Really Try To Focus On My Books And Readers.

Yet Here We Are, Two Children And A Broken Promise Later, Standing Before Each Other, Just The Way We Stood That Day At The Alter, With Equal Parts Love And Hope. And Once Again, I Close My Eyes, Ready To Take A Leap Of Faith, Ready For The Long, Hard Road Ahead. I Have No Idea How It's Going To Turn Out, But Then Again, I Never Really Did.

I Spend The Rest Of The Afternoon Trying To Explain To Zoe One Of The Very Saddest Notions In Love And Life: Sometimes The Timing Is Wrong--and Sometimes You Realize The Heart Of The Matter Way To Late In The Game.

And Without Dex In My Life, I Like To Think I Could Have Somehow Found Contentment. But The Truth Is, I Feel Freer With Dex Than I Ever Did When I Was Single. I Feel More Myself With Him Than Without. Maybe True Love Does That