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

I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again.

"Aren't you frightened?" Somehow I expected her to say no, to say something wise like a grownup would, or to explain that we can't presume to understand the Lord's plan. She looked away. "Yes," she finally said, "I'm frightened all the time." "Then why don't you act like it?" "I do. I just do it in private." "Because you don't trust me?" "No," she said, "because I know you're frightened, too."

I love you," he finally whispered. She leaned forward and touched his face. "I know. And I love you, too.

The ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together.

Everything around me makes me miss you.

I'm not saying it because I'm sweet. I'm saying it because I love you now and I always have. More than you can imagine.