Modern Love

Two parents, after being divorced for several years, begin a casual fling and reignite their old flame, only for one of them to receive a life-changing medical diagnosis.

For two young men, running into each other reminds them of their first and only date together. But do they remember that night the same way?

After a chance meeting in a therapist's office, a former marine and a housewife develop an unlikely connection when they discover their respective spouses are having an affair with each other.

A middle-school girl questions her sexuality when she finds herself having feelings for another girl. She turns to social media quizzes for answers.

The new girl in school falls in love with her best friend and is convinced that they're meant for each other... even though she can't seem to ever get out of the 'friend zone.'

Two strangers meet on a train from Galway to Dublin in March 2020 and decide to go old school: no numbers exchanged, only a promise that they will meet up on the train two weeks later. And then a worldwide pandemic shuts down all of Ireland.

A woman with delayed sleep phase syndrome meets the love of her life. The catch is: he's awake while the sun is shining and she is not.

A woman's only remaining connection to her late husband is her vintage car but now, 30-years later, she's confronted with the difficult choice of selling it � and saying goodbye to her old love forever.

�Old love is different. In our 70s and 80s, we had been through enough of life�s ups and downs to know who we were, and we had learned to compromise. The finish line was drawing closer.�

�There was no guarantee that doing an open adoption would get us a baby any faster� in fact, our agency warned us that, as a gay male couple, we might be in for a long wait.�

�He was very handsome. He wore gray turtleneck sweaters and smelled like mint aftershave and old books. He was 55 and recently divorced for the second time. He was my father. He wasn't really my father.�

�There is never a good time to fall off your couch onto a martini glass and begin losing a dangerous amount of blood, but having this happen in the middle of a promising date is an especially bad time.�

�We rallied, not with the adrenaline-pumping determination to win at all costs, but with the patience and control that came with not wanting it to be over: not the summer, not our son�s childhood, not this game, ever.�

�My personal life was another story. In love there�s no hiding: You have to let someone know who you are, but I didn�t have a clue who I was from one moment to the next.�

�I tossed out one last question: �Have you ever been in love?� No one, he said, had ever asked him that in an interview. �Yes,� he finally answered. �But I didn�t realize it until it was too late.� Then he asked me to turn off my recorder. I hit Stop."

�Ours was a common and unsung friendship, that between women living in New York, single and alone, and the doormen who take care of them, acting as gatekeepers, bodyguards, confidants and father figures.�