That was real love − a man you were so excited to see that you didn’t even glance in a mirror to check your hair or make-up before you threw yourself on him.

No backpacks,’ she said, cutting me off as I opened my mouth to defend myself. ‘I don’t give two shits what Vogue says, you’re not in high school, you’re not Cara Delevingne, no backpacks.

As soon as I laid eyes on him, it all came flooding back, all the reasons why I loved him, all the reasons why I hadn't been able to let him go.

New York is a glorious place for clearing your head and finding inspiration. Every time you step outside, you live a dozen lives.

Hawaii was paradise, Milan was beautiful but New York was electric.

But I did go back and soon I realized why. I was in love

Al: Now, remind me, who's walking who down the aisle again?