I know the Lord has a plan for us all, but sometimes, I just don't understand what the message can be.

I don't hate it here," she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she'd been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. "It's just that I don't belong here." He gave her a meloncholy smile. "If it's any consolation, when I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But it's strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. There's something about the ocean that just calls to me.

What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?

One of the exhilarating parts of falling in love is discovering new things about one another, and seeing the world from a different point of view.

On the drive we talked easily, but we did make a small detour. After pulling into a rest stop, we made out like teenagers.

Little girls. They could melt the toughest hearts.

In another time and place, she might have felt differently, but thinking along those lines was pointless now.