all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.

That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.