How many lives do you need to live before you fine someone worth dying for?

His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.

Sometimes love needed a lift from its guardian angels, to get its feet off the ground. But once it made its first early beats toward flight, it had to be trusted to take wing on its own and soar past the highest conceivable heights, into the heavens-and beyond.

Please don't worry. I will always come for you. I won't let you go until you understand that." "Then I refuse to understand," she said.

There was Layla in the fullness of her lips, Lulu in the thick waves of her hair, Lu Xin in the intensity of her hazel eyes, Lucia in their twinkle. She was not alone. Maybe she never would be alone again. There, in the mirror, was every incarnation of Lucinda staring back at her and wondering, "What is to become of us? What about our history, and our love?

And she knew without opening her eyes that it was Daniel. No other body in the universe fit hers so well.

When one lover suffered from a broken heart, no matter how badly the other wanted to help, she couldn't be the one to heal it.