Where do I go from here?

Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?

I knew even then how rare that kind of love is. Only the luckiest people get to experience it at all.

Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever.

It's strange, I think, the way our lives turn out. Moments of circumstance, when later combined with conscious decisions and actions and a boatload of hope, can eventually forge a future that seems predestined.

without music he felt aimless and adrift.

He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he'd been lucky enough to find her.