Little girls. They could melt the toughest hearts.
It hadn’t been so long ago, yet sometimes she felt that she’d been an altogether different person back then.
I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.
Does trust have to be earned. Or is it simply a matter of faith?
You never answered my question, about what you want to do with your life. Maybe my dreams aren’t that complicated. Maybe I think that a job is just a job. What does that mean? Maybe I don’t want to be defined by what I do. Maybe I’d like to be defined by what I am.
If we’d never met, I think I would have known my life wasn’t complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn’t know who I was looking for.
I love you now for what we’ve already shared, and I love you now in anticipation of all that’s to come.
Love can sometimes achieve the impossible.
I love you, Gabby, more than you’ll ever know. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife. You’re every hope and every dream I’ve ever had, and you’ve made me happier than any man could possibly be. I don’t ever want to give that up. I can’t.
If pinpointing God’s presence were really that simple, then he supposed the beaches would be more crowded in the mornings. They would be filled with people on their own quests, instead of people jogging or walking their dogs or fishing in the surf.
It was easy to idealize someone you barely knew.
Love hurts. There is nothing as painful as heartbreak. But in order to learn to love again you must learn to trust again.
The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it’s over. Those two elements always go together.
Find out who you are, and do it on purpose.
Stick two different people with two different sets of expectations under one roof and it ain’t always going to be shrimp and grits on Easter.
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.
Miracles do happen.
Would you do something for me? Please? Would you just picture your life for me? Thirty years from now, forty years from now? What’s it look like? If it’s with that guy, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I could do it again, if I thought it’s what you really wanted.
If he weren’t so damn cute, none of this would have happened.
The world is a better place when you smile.