The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.
But no matter what was going on in our lives, I could imagine lying beside her in bed at the end of the day, holding her while we talked and laughed, lost in each other's arms
I'm writing a new love story, set in eastern North Carolina. Surprise, surprise, huh?
She turned the key, never taking her eyes from him.
He was the toast to her butter.
Why did you come here? To find you.