Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.

That's why I loved being with you. We could do the simplest things, like toss starfish into the ocean and share a burger and talk and even then I knew that I was fortunate. Because you were the first guy who wasn't constantly trying to impress me. You accepted who you were, but more than that, you accepted me for me. And nothing else mattered-- not my family or your family or anyone else in the world. It was just us.

You are Hannah, a lover of life, a strength to those who shared in your friendships. You are a dream, a creator of happiness, an artist who has touched a thousand souls. You've led a full life and wanted for nothing, because your needs are spiritual and you have only to look inside you. You are kind and loyal, and you are able to see the beauty where others do not. You are a teacher of wonderful lessons, a dreamer of better things.

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

Our lives can't be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.

I don't know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.

But you're disappointed." He brushed a strand of hair from her face. "It's not possible for you to disappoint me.