She squeezed my hand, and I drew a shaky breath, marveling at the fact that while on an ordinary leave in an ordinary place, I'd somehow fallen in love with an extraordinary girl named Savannaah Lynn Curtis.

If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence.

Traveling has less to do with seeing things than experiencing them.

I think that men know how to romance a woman and most do it well, at least for a time, otherwise women wouldn't marry them. The problem is that most of them begin to rest on their laurels.

He was the kind of man everyone would fall in love with, even if they didn't want to.

I think our love can do anything we want it to.