He empowered me. He approved of me. He let me be me.

Do you know that when he first kissed me, I was thinking of you? I was remembering my promise, my vows to you.

Now I'm locked up in a cage with only the memories of a forbidden love that was gone too soon.

Remember what I told you back in Japan.”She remembered what it was. Talk and listen. The basics of communication and the key to almost all marrige woes, according to Maureen.Why was it always easier said than done?

He needed to hear her voice, needed to know she’s breathing and living. He needed to feel her heart was still his.

His heart was screaming her name, refusing to believe what his brain was hammering down, repeatedly, into his soul. His heart was recalling all the times he saw pure, unadulterated love for him radiatingfrom her lovely face. . . or was it just lust? Was it all fake?