You'll make mistakes and struggle like everyone, but when you are with the right person, you'll almost perfect joy, like you are the luckiest person who ever lived. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.

It was a life, she eventually concluded, that had been lived in the middle ground, where contentment and love were found in the smallest details of people's lives. It was a life of dignity and honor, not without sorrows yet fulfilling in a way that few experiences ever were.

A good man is hard to find," she said wistfully. "Not everyone is as lucky as you are.

The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.

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