Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the right person comes along.

If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her.

Eventually I came across another passage. This is what it said: I am not commanding you, but I want to treat the sincerity of your love by comparing it to the earnestness of others. The words made me choke up again, and just as I was about to cry, the meaning of it suddenly became clear. God had finally answered me, and I suddenly knew what I had to do.

I found that as I flipped the days on the calendar, the worries I had about our relationship had began to diminish.

Commitment, I finally said. Both people have to be committed. I think if two people are committed to the marriage, if they really want to make it work, then they'll find a way to do it. No matter what happens in life.

Most people lived their lives like criminals: act first, worry about the consequences later.