I figured I couldn't love you as much as I do, without you feeling something for me too.

I'm not the marrying kind -" St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Marriage is a female invention.

I had never felt the allure of another human being this strongly, warmth and curiosity mixing to form an unspoken question in the air.

I was going to have to leave you anyway. Because I loved you too much to drag you down with me." My hand crept up to caress the rigid line of his jaw. "Why'd you change your mind?" I whispered. "After I calmed down a little and had a chance to think, I figured . . . I love you enough to try and deserve you. I would do anything, be anything, for you.

Thomas Bowman's toupee, alas, was never found. He was somewhat mollified by the gift of a very fine hat from Westcliff on Christmas day.

Some people there's no getting over.

Love is always a leap into the unknown. You can try to control as many variables, and understand a situation as you can, but youre still jumping off a cliff and hoping that someone catches you.