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

There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?

And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.

But parents, she supposed, were not the pinnacle of perfection their children thought or expected them to be. They were humans who usually did the best they could but often made the wrong choices.

Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.

I would be consumed by you,' she said, and blinked her eyes furiously when she felt them fill with tears. 'You would sap all the energy and all the joy from me. You would put out all the fire of my vitality.' 'Give me a chance to fan the flames of that fire,' he said, 'and to nurture your joy.

But if one had everything one could ever need or want, what was left to dream of?