Maybe I’d like to be defined by what I am.

Too far-fetched to believe, too obvious to ignore.

She liked to sit on the front porch in the afternoons and read books she'd checked out from the library. Aside from coffee, reading was her only indulgence.

So that's the ghost you been running from.

I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again.

Toward the end of their relationship she'd told him once, "I wish I could give you what you're looking for, but I don't know what it is. There's a part of you that you keep closed off from everyone, including me. Its as if I'm not the one you're really with. Your mind is on someone else." He tried to deny it, but she didn't believe him. "I'm a woman - I know these things. When you look at me sometimes, I know you're seeing someone else. Its like you keep waiting for her to pop out of thin air to take you away from all this.

We fell in love despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created.