I've always loved you. Even as a child- in a time I don't remember- I already loved you.

We are married. Like the geese.

You can't get hurt when you love someone from the other side of an estuary. All the years she rejected him, she survived because he was somewhere in the marsh, waiting. But now perhaps he would no longer be there.

I need to know that the running and hiding are over. That you can love without being afraid.

Love is too often The answer for staying. Too seldom the reason For going.

She held it against her heart. Where else would one need a compass more than in this place?

Trebuie să dau drumul acum. Să-ți dau drumul. Dragostea e prea adesea Răspunsul pentru a rămâne. Și prea arareori motivul Plecării.