When a writer looked at an empty computer screen, what did she see? Tristan wondered. A movie screen ready to be lit with faces? A night sky with one small star blinking at the top, a universe ready to be written on? Endless possibilities. Love's endless twists and turns - and all love's impossibilities.

dreams are shadows cast by truth shining on our darkest secrets

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.

The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.

Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn’s leaves and catches them by surprise.

I'm sorry that you're still hurting.