She turned to face him. She reached over and touched his hand, hesitantly, gently, amazed that after all these years had somehow known exactly what she'd needed to hear. When their eyes locked, she once again realized how special he was. And just for a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.

First you will smile, and then you will cry -- don't say you haven't been warned.

As these images were going through my head, my breathing suddenly went still. I looked at Jamie, then up to the ceiling and around the room, doing my best to keep my composure, then back to Jamie again. She smiled at me and I smiled at her and all I could do was wonder how I’d ever fallen in love with a girl like Jamie Sullivan.

If you look for me, I'm in the fiction section. Romance has its own section.

But you're disappointed." He brushed a strand of hair from her face. "It's not possible for you to disappoint me.

Does trust have to be earned. Or is it simply a matter of faith?