Love puts all logic to sleep. Otherwise, we wouldn't risk it.

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.

He always apologized, and sometimes he would even cry because of the bruises he'd made on her arms or legs or her back. He would say that he hated what he'd done, but in the next breath tell her she'd deserved it. That if she'd been more careful, it wouldn't have happened. That if she'd been paying attention or hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have lost his temper.

Man and wife were supposed to stay together because they'd made their vows in front of God and family.

See, that was the problem in relationships when emotion began muddying the waters. It was as if (Lexie) expected him to do or say exactly the right thing at exactly the right time, whatever that was.

I lost you once, I think I can do it again.

When I told you that I’d pray for you, what did you think I was talking about?