I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.

His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.