write what readers want to read, which isn’t necessarily what you want to write.

She was everything I wanted. She was beautiful and charming, with a quick sense of humor, and she supported me in everything I did.

I want her to be smart and kind... and I want you to fall in love with her, because you shouldn't spend the rest of your life alone.

You should read something else." Why would he have done that to him?" I don't know," she said. Do you ever feel like Job?" She smiled, a little twinkle in her eyes. Sometimes." But you haven't lost your faith?" No," I knew she hadn't, but I think I was losing mine. Is it because you think you might get better?" No," she said,"its because its the only thing I have left.

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.

You think you know me, but I'm not sure that even I know who I am anymore.

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.