We are the sum total of our memories. Memories are the most precious things we have. Good or bad. That's what make us who we are. What would we be without them? — Alexandra Potter Copy Share Image
“It was the feeling she'd had when Sam had first kissed her in the pub. When he'd first put his lips against her. She didn't know if she'd imagined it or if it had just been the effects of the booze, but it had felt as if a thousand flash bulbs were going off in her brain. As if someone… — Alexandra Potter Copy Share
You can't make yourself fall in love, just as you can't choose who you fall in love with. — Alexandra Potter Copy Share Image
Life can change in the blink of an eye. All you have is right now. So don’t ever put off telling someone how you… — Alexandra Potter Copy Share Image
“Everyone dreams of finding their soulmate. It's a universal quest. All over the world millions of people are looking for their true love, their amore thier ame soeur, that one special person with whom they will spend the rest of their life. And I'm no different. Except it doesn't happen for everyone. Some people spend their whole life looking and… — Alexandra Potter Copy Share
My chest tightens: seeing him so upset breaks my own heart. 'Don't you ever wish you could make that bit go away?" I say, feeling angry at the past. 'That you could erase those painful memories, forget they every happened, just remember the happy times you had together?' 'You must never say that,' he reprimands sternly. 'But why not?' I… — Alexandra Potter Copy Share
"Maybe I just don't want another rejection," he shrugs. "I've had enough of that in my so-called acting career." Oh, so this is what… — Alexandra Potter Copy Share Image
consider the implications. We think we know what we want, but we can never really know until we've got it. And sometimes when we… — Alexandra Potter Copy Share Image
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of her right mind must be in want of a decent man.” — Alexandra Potter Copy Share Image
And so taking the long way home through the market I slow my pace down. It doesn't come naturally. My legs are programmed to trot briskly and my arms to pump up and down like pistons, but I force myself to stroll past the stalls and pavement cafes. To enjoy just being somewhere, rather than rushing from somewhere, to somewhere.… — Alexandra Potter Copy Share
“Scooping up the dress, I slip it over my head, and as it cascades to the floor. I suck my stomach for all I'm… — Alexandra Potter Copy Share Image
