I think your vision gets better as you get older.

He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.

Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox

I love you, too... I won't ever leave you again. I promise. I kept that promise. For love him I did. For nearly two years I spent almost every waking hour with him. Until he was taken from me. But I never left him. And I never will.

Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

But his words fall away. He looks confused. He looks flustered and sorry. Like you do when you run up to someone you think you know and take her arm and she turns around and you were wrong.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.