In the end, you should always do the right thing, even if it's hard. I know that might not help you and that the right thing isn't always so easy to figure out.

He closed his eyes as she put her hand on his shoulder, and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her. He gave himself over to the feel of her body as it pressed against him, and they moved slowly in small circles on the sawdust-strewn floor, lost in a world that felt as though it had been created for just the two of them.

“A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.

I know you loved her, but it's okay to let it go now. You know that, don't you? You've got to be able to let it go.

Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world.

I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord, toward your holy of holies.

You could have told me earlier.” “You seemed so serious about the game. I didn’t want to bother you.