Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens
Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.
A heart is a heart in a child or a man.
Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.
But the hoping, that's what really hurts.
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.