I do love you. I mean, love has nothing to do with this.

In all love stories the theme is love and tragedy, so by writing these types of stories, I have to include tragedy.

As the warm air blew in the car, simple snapshots of the life they'd lived together surfaced in his mind; but as always, those images led inexorably to their final day together.

Some things were beyond understanding.

She liked to sit on the front porch in the afternoons and read books she'd checked out from the library. Aside from coffee, reading was her only indulgence.

Sometimes, things don't work out the way we want them to.

Emotions come and go and can't be controlled so there's no reason to worry about them. That in the end, people should be judged by their actions since in the end it was actions that defined everyone.