I wish we didn't live so far apart... You're kind of addicting.

Strange, what being forced to slow down could do to a person.

In the distance, he could see Molly lying in the tall grass off to the side of the house.

You were honest and hardworking and kind. You were polite and patient and more mature than any guy I’d dated before. And when we were together, you listened in a way that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. You made me feel complete and spending time with you just seemed right.

For a moment, I wondered how different my life would have been had they been my parents, but I shook the thought away. I knew my father had done the best he could, and I had no regrets about the way I'd turned out. Regrets about the journey, maybe, but not the destination. Because however it had happened, I'd somehow ended up eating shrimp in a dingy downtown shack with a girl that I already knew I'd never forget.

I wouldn't go that far. But I know my way around the kitchen. I make dinner every night.

That's my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that's where my home is.