Although love could grow in times of peace, it tempered in battle. Daddy told me once - when I'd said something about how perfect his relationship with Mom was - that I should have seen the first five years of their marriage, that they'd fought like hellions, crashed into each other like two giant stones. That eventually they'd eroded each other into the perfect fit, become a single wall, nestled into each other's curves and hollows, her strengths chinking his weaknesses, her weaknesses reinforced by his strengths.

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

I’m Pri-ya again. I always will be with this man.

The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.