The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow.

You have the Best Of Me.

Love hurts. There is nothing as painful as heartbreak. But in order to learn to love again you must learn to trust again.

I wouldn't go that far. But I know my way around the kitchen. I make dinner every night.

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

It's strange, I think, the way our lives turn out. Moments of circumstance, when later combined with conscious decisions and actions and a boatload of hope, can eventually forge a future that seems predestined.

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.