And you're not the kind of girl I want." Surely he couldn't mean the fact that I was Mexican. From what I knew of Hardy, there wasn't a bit of prejudice in him. He never used racist words, never looked down on someone for things they couldn't help. "What kind do you want?" I asked with difficulty. "Someone I can leave without looking back.

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.

Everyone striving to be witty and sought-after, everyone talking and no one listening.

No miles of level desert, no jagged mountain heights, no sea of endless blue Neither words nor tears, nor silent fears will keep me from coming back to you.

Because letting someone in close meant they could hurt you. I knew all about that kind of fear. I lived with it.

I'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most." ~ Hardy Cates

Some folks are happier not being saved.