Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric, as if they were shocking each other with every contact.

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

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.

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.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.