He thought of her often, and he missed the companionship they'd once shared and the friendship that had been the bedrock of their marriage at its best.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence.

Everyone has a past, but that's just it--it's in the past. You can learn from it, but you can't change it.

It's easy to write something average or even something good. But writing well is quite challenging.

Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and not, it was bringing only pain.

It was easy to idealize someone you barely knew.