You can’t be friends with the person you were meant to spent your life with

Black absorbs all color, accepts them, takes them into it and let them define it. Gray isn't anything but itself. It absorbs nothing but itself.

The few things I’d sacrificed, or put on hold, to be with my husband and baby were worth it.

I'd discovered another of life's cliches by being with jude: the happier you are in life, the faster it passes you by.

I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.

Jude wasn't just my first love. He was my forever love.

Love isn’t only love, sweetheart. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can’t imagine anyone else you’d rather have there, the pain and heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it.