I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you.

I can’t make this decision for you…this one’s yours. I want you to know, though, that I love you. And I always will. I know that doesn’t help, but it’s all I can do.

I realize the odds, and science, are against me. But science is not the total answer; this I know, this I have learned in my lifetime. And that leaves me with the belief that miracles, no matter how inexplicable or unbelievable, are real and can occur without regard to the natural order of things.

Everyone always noticed Ashley. She was like a flashing neon sign for anyone with an ounce of testosterone.

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.

is love at first sight truly possible?

If Words are the Lyrics, and Laughter the Melody, then a Relationship becomes a Symphony.