Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.
People want to believe that every marriage is perfect balance but it isn’t. One person always loves more deeply than the other.
His voice, even now, follows me everywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life.
After all, if there is a heaven, we will find each other again, for there is no heaven without you.
That’s the difference between family and friends. Family is always there, no matter what, even when it’s not right next door. Which means that you’ll find a way to keep the connection alive. Especially since you realize how important it is.
If it makes you feel better, I promise to forget.
I’d like to marry you, if you think that would be okay.
How about we just see where life takes us for awhile?
It’s strange, I think, the way our lives turn out. Moments of circumstance, when later combined with conscious decisions and actions and a boatload of hope, can eventually forge a future that seems predestined.
Love burns across the infinitude.
But no matter what was going on in our lives, I could imagine lying beside her in bed at the end of the day, holding her while we talked and laughed, lost in each other’s arms.
My mom used to tell me that whatever you do, marry someone who loves you more than you love him.
There are no authors in my genre. No one is doing what I do.
You should not complain, it’s not attractive.
People plan, God laughs.
Until you came along, I never knew how much I’d been missing. I never knew that a touch could be so meaningful or an expression so eloquent; I never knew that a kiss could literally take my breath awa.
Even when we were standing in church and I was getting ready to take my vow I can remember wishing that you were standing there instead of him.
I will never forget the vision of Jamie walking towards me.
Being around someone who accepts and supports you will remind you to accept and support yourself.
Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?