It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love... She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world.

To lose love is a terrible thing. But to turn away from it is unbearable. Will you spend the rest of your life replaying it in your head? Wondering if you walked away too soon or too easily? Or if you'll ever love anyone that deeply again?

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.

Then he left her there, standing alone, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said.

Sitting around and waiting for your muse is not the best choice.

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

One thing I can tell you for sure is this: we only regret what we don't do in life.