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

There's a lot of magic between you too, ain't no denying that. And magic makes forgettin' hard.

It might seem as the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget the guy who forgot about you.

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.

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

By reading a lot of novels in a variety of genres, and asking questions, it's possible to learn how things are done - the mechanics of writing, so to speak - and which genres and authors excel in various areas.

It took strength to hold on to inner passion, and Noah had done that.