A sad smile crossed her face, and I knew right then what she was trying to tell me. Her eyes never left mine as she finally said the words that numbed my soul. I'm dying, Landon.

Most people lived their lives like criminals: act first, worry about the consequences later.

The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy.

I wanted more of her, & no matter what happened between us, I already knew I’d never forget anything about her. As crazy as it sounded, she was becoming part of me, & I was already dreading the fact that we wouldn’t be able to spend the day together tomorrow. Or the day after, or the day after that. Maybe, I told myself, we could beat the odds

Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.

He finally understood that God's presence was everywhere, at all times, and was experienced by everyone at one time or another.

I love you now as I write this, and I love you now as you read this