To think, after all this time, after all the searching and all the waiting, after all the regret and the time she'd spent away, she came back to find that happiness was right where she's left it. On a football field in Mullaby, North Carolina. Waiting for her.

Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.

He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.

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.

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.

People always say life is too short for regrets. But the truth is, it's too long.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.