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

The first thing I did when I sold my book was buy a new wedding ring for my wife and asked her to marry me all over again.

and there had been times when he wished he'd been born into a different family.

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.

He put his arms around her. “Well, in my defense, then, whatever I did seemed to work, didn't it?” She sighed. “I suppose.” “You suppose?” “What do you want? A medal?” “For starters. A trophy would be nice, too.” She smiled. “What do you think you're holding right now?

In a nutshell, loving someone is about giving, not receiving.

Unless you had a popular video on YouTube or could perform shows in front of thousands, musical ability meant nothing.