His Love For Her Was So Deeply

Then She Had Been A Fiancee, A Young Wife, And A Mother, And She Had Discovered That These Words Were Far Too Small Ever To Contain The Experience.

You Can't Spend The Rest Of Your Life Tiptoeing Around To Try And Avert Disaster. It Won't Work. You'll Just End Up Missing The Life You Have.

A Moment Might Be A Thousand Different Things.

She Had Died At Age Twelve, And By Now She Was Nothing But The Memory Of Love-- Nothing, Now, But Bones.

It Seemed There Was No End At All To The Lies A Person Could Tell, Once She Got Started.