You know how gossip is. It's the toxic waste of small town

The ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together.

I know it can't be the same between us, but that doesn't change the way I felt about you then.

Regrets about the journey, maybe, but not the destination.

I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord, toward your holy of holies.

She wasn't, nor ever had been, under the illusion that marriage was a relationship characterized by endless bliss and romance. Throw any two people together, add the inevitable ups and downs, give the mixture a vigorous stir, and a few stormy arguments were inevitable, no matter how the couple loved each other.

A good man is hard to find," she said wistfully. "Not everyone is as lucky as you are.