A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children

He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.

I read some books that were the right books for me. I read them and I didn't even notice turning the pages anymore. I thought, "That's what I want to do with my life."

At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?