You asked why I couldn't forgive you," Nick said, very quietly, and I jumped a little. "It was because you were the love of my life, Harper. And you didn't want to be. That's hard to let go.

I'll tell you something, Harpy," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "It never even occurred to me that we wouldn't make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.

Love didn’t have to be romantic to encircle you in its arms. It didn’t have to make your heart race or your toes curl. Love could be just this, the sound of laughter on a warm night, the absolute comfort of being exactly who you were with the person who knew you inside and out.

And because he loved her, it wouldn't matter that she wasn't twenty-two or thirty or forty anymore. In his eyes she was truly the most beautiful woman in the world. The thought brought tears to Parker's eyes. A sucker for love indeed.

She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

I guess I've found that I'd rather be alone than with the wrong person.

Love came when you weren't looking, except in the case of millions who found mates on Match.com, but, hey. It sounded good.

"I don't want to lose you, I love you, and...and that's all I've got." As speeches went, it wasn't great. As feelings went...different story.