The more I thought about it, the more I believed that it was impossible not to hope, and few things could be more painful than to hope for love only to be constantly disappointed.

It would be a long time before I understood that fear is only the dark face of love.

Hatred can be just as blind as love

I wanted her to give me the gift of her past, so that I would no longer be shut out from any part of her life.

Again and again I asked for permission. May I? Here? And here? Is this too much? Too little? Can you hear me? This is my heart.

Losing her was the worst of it, but loving her hurt almost as much sometimes.

If my love for Maara depended on her love for me, it was not love, but a bargain.