I was terrified of my weakness, of my sharp tongue, ofmy every flaw. I was terrified that this moment, my chance tolive in happiness for however short a time we may have had,would be ruined because I was simply not carved out of thesame wood as happiness, and that my grain was too twistedto ever take its form.

It’s like we made promises last night, and you’re not sure you can keep them.” “Yeah,” Carson confessed, his lips brushing Dale’s chest. Dale pulled him tight against his chest and dropped a kiss on his hair. “Don’t be scared, baby. We’ll find a way. I’m not a fan of letting go.

Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts.""Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our hearts would prove stronger.

If you cannot see the fineness in my Hammer, you'd best look at him with better eyes.

He didn't have to be a hero anymore, he had his own personal hero to defend him. Wasn't that miracle enough?

...every vertebrae on his back was a prayer bead under my hands.

'I cannot face you if you think I look at you and see anything less than the man you are. I am not settling for you, I am reaching for you, and there is a difference, and you are that man.'