Just live well. Just live

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you'd left off, whether it be a week since you'd seen each other or two years.

I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.

Just hold on. Just for a minute." "Are you all right ?" I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong. "I'm fine. I just...I don't want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about...I just...want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

That evening she glowed. She gave off a vibration of energy that he suspected only he could detect. Do I do this to you?, he wondered, as he watched her eat. Or is this just the relief of being out from under the forbidden eye of that husband of yours?

If I don't cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it's failed.

... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.