Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo. It just simply was.

It was strange how the heart clung to hope even when there was no reasonable basis for it, Morgan found. And how life went on.

Now I must live with the consequences of the choice I made. And I will not call it the wrong choice. That would be foolish and pointless. That choice led me to everything that has happened since, including this very moment, and the choices I make today or tomorrow or next week will lead me to the next and next present moments in my life. It is all a journey, Miss Jewell. I have come to understand that that is what life is all about-a journey and the courage and energy always to take the next step and the next without judgement about what was right and what was wrong.

I have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have.

Did she ever feel nostalgia for any of her girlhood dreams? But life was made up of a succession of dreams, some few to be realized, most to be set aside as time went on, one or two to persist for a lifetime. It was knowing when to abandon a dream, perhaps, that mattered and distinguished the successful people in life from the sad, embittered persons who never moved on from the first of life's great disappointments. Or from the airy dreamers who never really lived life at all.

Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.

The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.