If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

People in pain don’t always see things as clearly as they should.

What the younger generation didn't understand was that the grass was greenest where it's watered.

Finally getting control of myself, I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. Even now she was perfect.

That's another reason I keep putting marriage off. I know I want something like what you two share, and I'm not sure I've found it yet. I'm not sure I ever will. And with love like that...they say anything's possible, right?

But he had been in love once, that he knew. Once and only once, and a long time ago. And it had changed him forever. Perfect love did that to a person and this had been perfect.

I'll be the light in the window.