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

Dear Lord,” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.

...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.

She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.

Sometimes people don't have to make you love them...you just do, and there's no help for it.

I wondered how much of me would be left after tomorrow.

It's fairly easy to break hearts, Miss Duvall. The more interesting challenge is how to keep someone's love, not to lose it.