One of the exhilarating parts of falling in love is discovering new things about one another, and seeing the world from a different point of view.

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

I've wanted to go out with you from the first moment I saw you. I just had to wait until you were ready.

And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.

While I find inspiration in real life, the actual stories are, thankfully, works of fiction - which, given the considerable turmoil in my character's lives, is probably a good thing!

“A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.

I don't write romance novels.