As much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.

Gallows humor is part of having a doctor in the house. Deal with it.

I lived for the night, because I could go over to your house. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing, actually. It was… you.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male. She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

Dedicated to: You. There will never be another like you. For me...you are the one. Yeah, I don't have enough words for this.

Still, it would have been great, just once, to have a man stare at her with total adoration. To have him be... enthralled. Yes, that was the word. She would have loved for a man to be enthralled by her.

Come to think of it, that word (choice) shouldn't be applied to people's destinies. Ever. Choice should be relegated to TV and meals: You could choose NBC over CBS or steak instead of chicken. But take the concept any further than the stove or the remote control and the word just didn't apply. - V