We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

I didn’t fall in love with James. Falling sounds like an accident. Falling hurts. I’d fallen in love with Michael, fallen hard like slipping off a cliff and hitting the rocks below. Falling in love was something I’d vowed never to do again. I chose to love James.

One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.

Can I tell you honestly that I'd rather be in your life as your friend than nothing at all?

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.