Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.

Some folks are happier not being saved.

If you won’t marry me for the sake of your own honor, then do it for the sake of everyone who would have to tolerate me otherwise. Marry me because I need someone who will help me to laugh at myself. Because someone has to teach me how to whistle. Marry me, Lillian… because I have the most irresistible fascination for your ears.

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

It was a confirmation of a connection that already existed. And it was a bond that extended far beyond the borders of a shared living space. We would have stayed together even without a marriage certificate . . . but I believed in the permanence it represented. It was a piece of paper you could build a life on.

I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.

Sometimes the closest-held secrets in the world can be pried out by the right question at the right time.