because the past was always around her and might return at any time. It prowled the world searching for her, and she knew it was growing angrier at every passing day.

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

Life doesn't often turn out the way we think it will, does it?

It's strange, I think, the way our lives turn out. Moments of circumstance, when later combined with conscious decisions and actions and a boatload of hope, can eventually forge a future that seems predestined.

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

Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.

i'm sorry she never got her miracle. she did get her miracle, Landon, her miracle was you.