What kind of wedding would you like?" he asked, and stole another kiss before she could reply. "The kind that turns you into my husband." She touched the firm line of his mouth with her fingers. "What kind would you like?" He smiled ruefully. "A fast one.

I think the busiest people are often the loneliest.

I didn't want to give you the one last part of myself that I couldn't take back. And then you were gone... And I realized it was already yours. It had been since the beginning. Except that I hadn't told you. It drove me mad, the thought that you would never know.

His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.

I've always thought it was about finding the right person. But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?

I knew I would replay the scene countless times in the years before me, each time thinking of different things I should have said and done. But all I did was walk away without looking back.

You're so full of it, darlin'.