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?

...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.

Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything

After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.

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

She'd assumed she'd be married and have kids by this age, that she would be grooming her own daughter for this, as her friends were doing. She wanted it so much she would dream about it sometimes, and then she would wake up with the skin at her wrists and neck red from the scratchy lace of the wedding gown she'd dreamed of wearing. But she'd never felt anything for the men she'd dated, nothing beyond her own desperation. And her desire to marry wasn't strong enough, would never be strong enough, to allow her to marry a man she didn't love.

Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.