I don’t know what I want for breakfast most mornings, let alone who I want to share it with.

Real is an abstract concept. Are we ever ourselves, our whole selves, except when we’re alone?

But Boaz was blessed with a silver tongue, and he had slipped it down way too many throats for me to believe mine was anything special.

We all kept secrets. Some out of kindness, some in anger, and others to protect ourselves.

After all, he was a firm believer that volume increased understanding.

Lies don’t resonate. Only the truth cuts as well as a blade.

Their love wasn’t simple. Practice gave it an effortless appearance, but that was far from the truth. It was a kind word in the morning, a thoughtful meal prepared without request, a kiss before parting ways, a kiss when coming back together. A million tiny kindnesses sprinkled throughout the days, the months, the years.

Sorry was a two-syllable copout when you had nothing original to add.

Considering he was the one with a wild spirit, I got the feeling I was the one being tamed.

Thierry, you must learn not only when to lift a burden, but when to set it down.” He patted Shaw’s lax face with his paw. “Otherwise, your back will break under the strain, and everyone who depends on you will be left as sheep without their shepherd. Do you understand?