Change not only was inevitable, but usually brought its own rewards.

As they spoke, the only thing I could think about was that scene from Julius Caesar where Brutus stabs him in the back. Et tu, Eric?

Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

There's a lot of magic between you too, ain't no denying that. And magic makes forgettin' hard.

That's my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that's where my home is.

I'm not perfect, either. In the end, it's only God's judgement that matters, and I've learned enough to know that no one can presume to know the will of God.

I suddenly understood that even love and caring weren't always enough. They were the concrete bricks of our relationship, but unstable without the mortar of time spent together, time without the threat of imminent separation hanging over us.