I love you now as I write this, and I love you now as you read this

In the end you should always do the right thing even if it's hard.

Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?

Even though he was here, she couldn't quite process it. She squeered her eyes shut before opening them again. Yep, still there. Amazing.

I’ve lost someone, too,” he reminded her. “It’s not the same!” She squeezed the bridge of her nose, trying to stifle her tears. “I was so mean to him. I quit the piano! I blamed him for everything, and I didn’t say more than a few words to him for three years! Three years! And I can’t get those years back. But maybe if I hadn’t been so angry, he might not have gotten sick. Maybe I caused that extra… stress that did all this. Maybe it was me!

without music he felt aimless and adrift.

Spreading the news is your duty as a Christian, and there are many ways to do this.