Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.

Jackie?" "It wasn't your fault.

You have a freckle here," he whispered, sweeping his tongue over a spot just under my jaw. "It drives me crazy every time you 're above me. I just want to do this..." The jentle draw of his mouth pushed me over the edge, and my knees tightened around his hips as i rocked against him.

Please touch me. I need you to touch me.

No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.

His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. he stared down at me, his voice low. "There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline.

I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken. Love requires a leap of faith into the abyss, every time.