no two writers go about things in exactly the same way (intro)
Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if Iโve ever grasped how much pain sheโs really in.
I had a secret that I was bound to protect but a secret that i was not to share. A secert that suddenly he knew all about.
Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.
You're not the center of the universe, you know.
...the way a man might hesitate before he kissed a woman, to gauge her reaction, to see how he would be received. Perhaps he would hesitate to prolong the moment, that ideal moment of anticipation, sometimes better than kiss itself.