It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

Henry was learning that time apart has a way of creating distance- more than mountains and time zone separating them. Real distance, the kind that makes you ache and stop wondering. Longing so bad that it begins to hurt to care so much.

I had my chance.' He said it, retiring from a lifetime of wanting. 'I had my chance, and sometimes in life, there are no second chances. You look at what you have, not what you miss, and you move forward.

It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

Like so many things Henry had wanted in life -- like his father, his marriage, his life -- it had arrived a little damaged. Imperfect. But he didn't care, this was all he'd wanted. Something to hope for, and he'd found it. It didn't matter what condition it was in.

As an author, I get paid to break my own heart on a regular basis.

All good things come to an end. All bad things go on forever.