A moment later, he plopped down on the sand beside her, and when they accidentally touched, Gabby had the briefest flash of them sitting together just like this on a hundred different weekends in the future.

Where do I go from here?

We are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.

If you discovered something that made you tighten inside, you had better try to learn more about it.

I have certain moral parameters that I do not cross in writing; I don't write about adultery or kids having premarital sex.

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.

They continued to watch each other from across the room, both frozen for a moment by the shadow of distant possibilities.