But that's how the heart is. Stubborn and foolish.

I'd always thought I would feel like an animal released from its cage when my student days were finished, I felt more like a bird that had been pushed from its nest and told it must fly.

My love is unique an none can rival her. Just by passing, she has already stolen away my heart.

After all, that's why we read historical fiction-to be transported to another time, and to be astonished at ancient people's lives and traditions, just as they would probably be astonished at ours.

What I think and what Iam prepared to say are entirely different things.

...she refused to leave anything to someone else that she could do better herself.

You want it to feel like a surprise. You want to keep him guessing whether he'll make you smile entirely so that when you do, he will feel like he's been given a gift.