I lost you once, I think I can do it again.

We’d met at a carefree time, a moment full of promise, in its place now were the harsh lessons of the real world.

My mom used to tell me that whatever you do, marry someone who loves you more than you love him.

Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.

The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy.

Because in the end, and no matter how hard it is, acceptance helps people move on with the rest of their lives.

He said his friend Victor called it a lucky charm, and that it kept him safe in Iraq." She felt her pulse pick up tempo, and she brought her face close to Ben's. "Did you say Victor called it a lucky charm?" "Uh-huh." Ben nodded. "That's what he said." "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure." Beth stared at her son, feeling at war with herself.