And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

Without suffering, there'd be no compassion.

Being with him was like toast and butter from the very beginning.

Never forget that anticipation is an important part of life.

Poets knew that isolation in nature, far from people and things man-made, was good for the soul, and he'd always identified with poets.

Dear John, tell me everything. Write it all down, that way, we’ll be with each other all the time, even if we’re not with each other at all.

is love at first sight truly possible?