"If Rebecca was here I would tell her that the pink Jasmine is blooming again. I would tell her that I felt afraid to ride my bike home from Daniel's house last night & didn't tell him. I wanted to be embraced and smooched & tickled and wonderfully whispered to by him but I wasn't. I held back. I couldn't relax. It was that kind of holding back that I don't even know what I'm withholding--and I just didn't know why I felt so crumbly. I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't have to deal with that awkward silence." - Sabrina Ward Harrison, Spilling Open

...found this book on a friend of a friend's coffee table the other night. I've actually had this quote on my computer for a while, but that is neither here nor there. Anyway, I would suggest you try to find this book, and, at the very least, sit down with it for a moment or two. Two is the magic number. Twice as nice.