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

She would tell him what she wanted in her life--her hopes and dreams for the future--and he would listen intently and then promise to make it all come true. And the way he said it made her believe him, and she knew how much he meant to her.

I came to the conclusion that unrealized hopes, even small ones, were always wrenching.

Rekindled love is generally short-term.

I wish we didn't live so far apart... You're kind of addicting.

Doesn't surprise me," Nana snorted. "I wouldn't put anything past your late husband." "He's not dead, Nana." Nana sighed. "Hope springs eternal.

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