I retract what I said. As I sit on the private plane, awaiting instructions for takeoff from the pilot, I realize that I am en route to ITALY with my fiancé and am thinking about my miserable, cheating, asshole ex-boyfriend. What is it about Andrew? He knows it, I know it - there's something there … Continue reading Bon Voyage

“So, Rachel, what do you think about Italy? Your homeland—land of pasta, pizza, Prosecco,” Henry laughed, taking a sip of his drink and reclining back into his chair. I looked up from my plate of food and realized that all eyes were on me, awaiting my answer. We were at the restaurant with the highest … Continue reading To Rome With Love

On the day I moved in with Sebastian, the last person I thought I would see was Andrew. But there he was, perched atop our stoop, looking extremely out of place with his beat up black Converse amidst the white marble stairs. As our driver stopped the car, I looked over to Seb to see … Continue reading Room With A View

I went on a date. A date! I feel like a high-schooler again, hurriedly writing to my dear diary about all of the juicy details. But since this is public, I'll keep it clean. He did kiss me, though. And it was perfect. I thought Andrew was perfect. And yes, we all know how that … Continue reading Man of Wonder