His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

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

Sometimes when we're not paying attention, relation-ships happen. There is no rule that requires two people in love to be exactly alike.

And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching. It occurs to me that no one in my life has ever concerned himself so thoroughly with my happiness.

...it was better to answer, no matter how ineptly, thank to withhold a reply. Because sometimes silence could wound someone nearly as badly as a bullet.

I figured if I told it to myself often enough, I would start believing it.

If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?