You can't see the forest for the trees.

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

On the drive we talked easily, but we did make a small detour. After pulling into a rest stop, we made out like teenagers.

I'll be anything you want, just tell me what you want and I'll be that.

I knew it wasn't fair, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. And after a while, the anger I felt just sort of became part of me, like it was the only way I knew how to handle the grief. I didn't like who I'd become, but I was stuck in this horrible cycle of questions and blame.

He thought of her often, and he missed the companionship they'd once shared and the friendship that had been the bedrock of their marriage at its best.

Good and bad, strengths and faults, he was hers forever.