To think that God loves the trees, but condemns that blossoming thing they do in the spring.

But this is your life, and it will stretch out before you, and you are the only person who can make it whatever you want it to be.

WE SPENT THE AFTERNOON BUILDING"FOR SERVICE," HE SAID. NEW PIECES, NEW PLACES, NEW PARTSTO BE PUT HERE AND THERE AND TAKEN FOR GRANTED.BUT IT FELT GOOD, AND I TOLD HIM THAT.HE RESTED A PLANK ON HIS SHOULDERLIKE A BAYONET. AND I NEARLY LAUGHED, THINKING,IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO FALL IN LOVEWITH A SOLDIER ON THE OTHER SIDE?

HE RESTED A PLANK ON HIS SHOULDERLIKE A BAYONET. AND I NEARLY LAUGHED, THINKING,IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO FALL IN LOVEWITH A SOLDIER ON THE OTHER SIDE?

Writing is a tie - however tenuous - to him.

He bent, pressing his mouth to my knuckles, eyes closed. It felt like worship.

We need to be able to escape the source of pain before we're debilitated by it.

Is this what it feels like to fall in love With a soldier on the other side?