I’m sitting alone in my apartment on a rainy night. I’m restless, mildly bored, and, yes, I’ll admit it, but please don’t tell anyone … lonely. It’s days like this that I’m sure that there’s no more love in store for me—all of the epically momentous possibilities must have already passed me by. Somehow I blinked and missed them. It’s in moments like this that I allow myself the small indulgence of thinking about Sebastian.

Our story had all of the makings of a great love story. Once upon a time we met one evening in a dark, crowded party. He told me I was beautiful. I was young enough for him to appear larger than life. We kissed on the sidewalk in the rain. I fell hard for him—hard like scrape-me-off-the-floor-with-a-spatula hard. But we were wrong for each other in every way. We were young, immature, and troubled. It ended tragically – Sebastian stood me up on a cold, snowy New Year’s Eve and the two of us never spoke again. I went on with my life.

I remember being a little girl and hearing my mother use the term “soul mates.”

“What is ‘soul mates’?” I asked.

“It’s beshert,” she said.

“Be-what?”

“It’s meant to be,” she explained.

When I told a friend that I was in break-up recovery, she didn’t hand me the name of her therapist, she lent me her “Sex and the City” Collector’s Gift Set. I had caught reruns of the show on the few nights I watched television outside of “60 Minutes” and “Frontline,” and while I loved the show for Samantha’s bawdy comments and Carrie’s commitment issues, every time I caught a rerun I learned the lesson that I needed. It became my modern-day version of the After-School Special, and I was hooked. So a month ago, between tears, I sat down with a glass of red Zinfandel, some dark chocolate, and started on all six seasons of its high-heeled wisdom.

Here are three things that made me tear up while watching Amy Winehouse’s performance and subsequent win for Record of the Year at this year’s Grammys.

1. Her raw, balls-to-the-wall rendition of her hit “Rehab”. DListed said she looked like she had the “recovering from heroin shakes”, but I thought she was powerful and amazing.
2. When she won her award, she looked dumbfounded as her entire band enveloped her in an celebratory embrace. Then she thanks her “mum and dad” who we all know have been doing their darndest to help Amy recover from her drug problems.
3. The shout-outs she gave to her incarcerated hubby, Blake Fielder-Civil. She says his name with such fury and passion!

That last point made me sort of start to see Amy and Blake as this cute couple, even though trouble seems to follow them (okay, so maybe they invite trouble along for the ride). They seem sort of like soul mates, albeit drug-addicted ones. Can’t they both get their act together and live happily ever after? Or am I being a lil’ Pollyanna? [DListed]