Heath," she whispered, "you're all I want. No one else ... no one . . .

I’ve won his heart, but it’s like owning a house in which most of the doors are permanently locked. He wants to shield me from all unpleasantness. And it’s not really marriage—not like the marriage you have with Cam—until he’s willing to share the worst of himself as well as the best of himself.

Some people there's no getting over.

I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.

And it occurred to me that friendship was a lot more dependable, not to mention long-lasting, than love.

I feel like I've been shut in a closet, and he's on the other side, and he doesn't have the key to unlock the door.

I wanted more of those sweltering kisses. I felt terrible about that. But the warm sunny fragrance of him...he smelled better than any human being I'd ever met. "Okay" I said unsteadily, "forget what I said about not exchanging names. Who are you?" "For you, honey...I'm trouble." -Haven & Hardy