I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

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

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

But that would leave Paxton to fend for herself, and the last thing any woman wanted in this kind of situation was to look around and see all the people who could help her doing nothing.