For lack of an occasional expression of love, a relationship strong at the seams can wear thin in the middle.
The best solution seldom requires that someone be right and someone else be wrong.
Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?
We find things where we look for them.
Perhaps God gives us a physical body so that every time we change our mind, we won’t be someone else.
If I had my life to live over, I'd have fewer meetings and more rendezvous.