Strange, what being forced to slow down could do to a person.

People were destined for one another; that's the romantic idea that young girls have, and I guess part of me still believes it.

As I write, I am struggling with the ghost of someone I loved and lost. I now understand more fully the difficulties you were going through, and I realize how painful it must have been for you to move on.

Nothing about this entire scenario made sense. But who cares? Once in a while, everyone was entitled to be a bit flaky, and now it was his turn.

Proximity bred familiarity, and familiarity bred comfort.

Early on, he'd learned to enjoy simple things, things that couldn't be bought, and he had a hard time understanding people who felt otherwise.

Women had a tendency to see what they wanted to see i men, at least in the beginning