You're a hero and a gentleman, you're kind and honest, but more than that, you're the first man I ever truly loved. And no matter what the future brings, you always will be, and I know that my life is better for it.

I'm writing a new love story, set in eastern North Carolina. Surprise, surprise, huh?

He liked her; it was as simple as that.

He was the kind of man everyone would fall in love with, even if they didn't want to.

Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?

Throughout it all, I loved her as much as I always had, and I found myself aching for those simpler times of the past. I knew what was happening, of course. As we were drifting apart, I was becoming more desperate to save what we once had shared; like a vicious circle, however, my desperation made us drift apart even further.

And when her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.