You also have to work with the love you are given, with all of the complications clanging behind it like tin cans to a bridal sedan.

Everything I do is a love letter addressed to you.

She pulled away and walked to my bedroom and closed herself in with a little click of the knob. I could have pursued her. A paper clip could best the catch, but when a woman shuts you out, picking the lock won’t let you back in.

Don't make your daughter feel like she got to lay with who you want her to lay with, like you're some kind of pimp.

Daddy said, "At some point you will come to accept your limitations.""Do you accept yours?" I asked, with challenge in my voice."But of course, Ladybug. That's what marriage teaches you.

Maybe that's what it means to be in love, to willingly be at the mercy of another person.