I guess no one stays friends for more than thirty years without broken hearts along the way.

Lately he'd been seen going out less and less, becoming that strangest of animals in a small town: a loner.

Marriages go through hard times. Sometimes you have to get in there and fight for your love. That's the only way for it to get better.

It had been years since she question his fidelity, but he'd stepped on to the old fame track again, and that was where the road had taken them before. Infidelity could be forgiven, but forgetting it was impossible. Strangely, that wasn't what bothered her the most. What bothered her was that she didn't really care.

When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.

It is a kiss that, once begun, never really ends. Interrupted, yes. Paused, certainly. But from that very moment onward, Vera sees the whole of her life as only a breath away from kissing him again. On that night in the park, they begin the delicate task of binding their souls together, creating a whole comprising their separate halves.

This is the problem with forever friends. They know too much.