It was one thing to divide the major assets, but how was it possible to divide the heart?
How had I become middle-aged while the ravages of time ignored her? I didn’t know and didn’t care, and before I could stop them, the words were already out. “You’re beautiful,” I murmured.
I don’t know that I’ve ever felt as happy as I did that day, but then again, it was always like that when we were together. I never wanted it to end.
Beauty might prevail in the very short term, but in the medium and longer terms, cultural norms – primarily those values and norms influenced by family – were more important.
Life, he decided, was for living, not for having, and he wanted to experience every moment that he could.
Man and wife were supposed to stay together because they’d made their vows in front of God and family.
While I’m not an expect in psychology, I’m of the opinion that anyone – even strangers – can sense the urgency of a request, and most people will usually do the right thing.
Perfect love did that to a person, and this had been perfect.
A woman shaking in fear from demons in her mind, and the old man who loves her more deeply than life itself, crying softly in the corner, his face in his hands.
That she had somehow taken the initiative to learn my name should have struck me then, but it did not. Instead, as she stood on the street with the rain coming down and mascara running onto her cheeks, all I could think was that I’d never seen anyone more beautiful.
A moment later, he plopped down on the sand beside her, and when they accidentally touched, Gabby had the briefest flash of them sitting together just like this on a hundred different weekends in the future.
It took me a long time to realize that distance can ruin even the best of intentions.
Science only goes so far, then comes God. – Noah Calhoun-.
Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.
That’s the thing about being the product of happily marries parents, You grow up thinking the fairy tale is real, and more than that, you think you’re entitled to live it. So far, though, it wasn’t working out as planned.
There were moments when it honestly seemed as if the world were conspiring against her.
Where do I go from here?
He’d lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.
The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow.
That’s good. And speaking of spelling, tell me – do you wrap your head in a towel after you shower?