Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.
Tammara WebberLook at me, Emma." Her eyes are full, the lids heavy. "Graham," she breathes. "I need you to hear me." Cradling her head in my hands, thumbs sweeping her tears away, I stare into her eyes. "I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.
Tammara WebberThatโs what faith is, right?โ he says. โBelieving in what canโt be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. Iโll catch you, every time, and I wonโt let go.
Tammara Webber