You know the real me," she said, stopping to peer up at him. "More than anyone else.

And here it will end, one way or the other," she whispered again

Do you see these hands?" Jo said, holding them up. "These were made for caressing handsome men and meant to be adorned with pretty nails and diamond rings. They're not made for paint rollers and paint splatter and that kind of manual labor.

Staring at the stars was like staring backward in time, since some stars are so far away that their light takes millions of years just to reach us. That we see stars not as they look now, but as they were when dinosaurs roamed the earth. The whole concept just struck me as…amazing somehow.

There's no love like the first.

Stories are as unique as the people who tell them, and the best stories are in which the ending is a surprise.

If it makes you feel better, I promise to forget.