My household is, in a nice way, very busy.
You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.
Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her.
She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.
You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.
Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair.