Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.

Beauty might prevail in the very short term, but in the medium and longer terms, cultural norms - primarily those values and norms influenced by family - were more important.

I might kiss you. I might be bad at it. That's not possible.

I hadn't done any of the things that I normally did with girls, yet somehow I'd fallen in love.

All he knew was that they fit somehow, and that he felt as if he spent most of his life traveling a path that led inexorably to her.

In all my life, I'd never been as sure of anything, and as much as I hoped to one day hear Savannah say these words to me, what mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations.

How about we just see where life takes us for awhile?