That's why I loved being with you. We could do the simplest things, like toss starfish into the ocean and share a burger and talk and even then I knew that I was fortunate. Because you were the first guy who wasn't constantly trying to impress me. You accepted who you were, but more than that, you accepted me for me. And nothing else mattered-- not my family or your family or anyone else in the world. It was just us.

In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I'll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.

She would tell him what she wanted in her life--her hopes and dreams for the future--and he would listen intently and then promise to make it all come true. And the way he said it made her believe him, and she knew how much he meant to her.

People were destined for one another; that's the romantic idea that young girls have, and I guess part of me still believes it.

I have always been a firm believer in God and the power of prayer, though to be honest, my faith has made for alist of questions I definitely want answered after I'm gone.

It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems.

If you like her, if she makes you happy, and if you feel like you know her---then don't let her go.