Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.” – Michel de Montaigne, February 28,1533–September 13, 1592.

He knew he wasn’t going anywhere that didn’t take him to her.

He understood that she needed some time to get used to “them.” He didn’t. He knew exactly what was happening, and he didn’t need another week, another month, another year, to get things in perspective. He loved her. It was that plain. That simple.

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Now let’s try that again. Ask my wife nice, and maybe I’ll let you sleep in the same bed as your teeth tonight.

That cowboy had heartbreak written all over him and she’d be damned if she knew why every time he blew into town she ended up naked before he ended up gone. Reed always ended up gone.

Okay, I’m guessing you’re gonna give us the bad news first because there’s no good news?

She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn’t care. She didn’t want him to ever let go.

Be careful in the company of monsters that you don’t become one.

Without illusions. I love you because you are fallible and because your poor misguided testosterone-corrupted brain has you doing cartwheels trying not to be. I love you because of all you are and because of all you’re not. And because, no matter what, you are all the man I’ll ever need.