I Learned That Getting Mad Was Easier

Maybe That's What It All Comes Down To. Love, Not As A Surge Of Passion, But As A Choice To Commit To Something, Someone, No Matter What Obstacles Or Temptations Stand In The Way. And Maybe Making That Choice, Again And Again, Day In And Day Out, Year After Year, Says More About Love Than Never Having A Choice To Make At All.

And Although One Broken Heart Doesn't Make Me An Expert In The Subject, I Believe You Need Both Things - Time And An Emotional Replacement - To Fully Mend One.

I'm Not Trying To Convey A Message, I'm Just Trying To Tell A Story.

Looking Back, I Question Whether I Really Loved Nate, Or Just The Security Of Our Relationship. I Wonder If My Feelings For Him Didn’t Have A Lot To Do With Hating My Job. From The Bar Exam Through That First Hellish Year As An Associate, Nate Was My Escape. And Sometimes That Can Feel An Awful Lot Like Love.

Happiness Is The Best Revenge, You Know? Just Be Happy. It's A Choice.