How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?

God, he suddenly understood, was love in its purest form, and in these last months with his children, he had felt His touch as surely as he had heard the music spilling from Ronnie's hands.

She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted nothing more than to hold her this way forever.

She was a stranger now, but she'd been a friend once, and that was enough for him.

She smiled. "I need your opinion," she said. "What do you think about something sleeveless for this weekend? With a cinched waist and a medium train?" I brought my hand to my chin and considered this. "Sounds okay," I said. "But I think I'd look better in a tuxedo.

And here it will end, one way or the other," she whispered again

I can't live my life happily knowing you're with someone else. That would kill a part of me. What we have is rare. it's too beautiful to just throw it away.