The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher as the evening wore on. and without either or them being conscious of it, they began to regain the intimacy, the bond of familiarity, they had once shared.

I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.

I'm not sure anyone's life turns out exactly the way they imagine. All we can do is to try to make the best of it. Even when it seems impossible.

Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.

Does trust have to be earned. Or is it simply a matter of faith?

No matter where it is in the sky... No matter where you are in the world... the moon is never bigger than your thumb. -John

Working on the plot/story idea for my next novel ... It always takes time.