He wanted to hear her concerns and alleviate them, he wanted to hold her and kiss her and convince her that he would find a way to make their relationship work, no matter how hard that might be. He wanted to to make her hear his words: that he couldn't imagine a life without her,that his feelings for her were real. But most of all, he wanted to reassure himself that she felt the same way about him.

Until yesterday, had someone even suggested that she go out with a guy with his past, she would have laughed aloud or - more likely - been offended. She should have simply said good-bye after he'd walked her to her car last night. The very Idea of the two of them going out today was absurd, and yet. . . she had asked him, and she had trouble remembering exactly how that had happened or what she'd been thinking. And yet, Colin was. . . magnetic

Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own.

It doesn't sound so far-fetched, right? When two people love each other? While a part of me still wants to believe it's possible, I know it's not going to happen

She had known the kind of love that was worth risking everything for, the kind of love that was as rare as a glimpse of heaven.

For little girls, their first love should always be their dad, but that isn't always the case.

In her eyes and in her touch I felt the echoes of my words.

I'll bet he light in the window.

It was a life, she eventually concluded, that had been lived in the middle ground, where contentment and love were found in the smallest details of people's lives. It was a life of dignity and honor, not without sorrows yet fulfilling in a way that few experiences ever were.