Love doesn't go away because we want it to, but remains even when it becomes a searing pain, leaving the heart a desert of bitter remorse and grief for joy, a happiness that once has been and now never could return. There had been a time when simply to touch this little bit of linen he held now so casually brought every aching moment of that love back. The sense of desolate pain-drenched loss traveled up his arm, enclosing his heart like a set of icy fingers. A time when to look upon what it held was unbearable

Have I your word?' 'yes, you have my word. But, you don't believe me.' 'no, men's promises to women are easily made and even more easily broken.'

He knew he should be furious, but he couldn't sustain a decent rage around her. She had too much about her of the ferocious kitten. Something small and fuzzy, …

She knew he was telling his soul what it needed to hear so that he could gather his courage to go and go what he must

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrate hope severer than despair.

All lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.

Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. And then you shot across the sky, like a meteor. Su…