I Won't Be Satisfied With Anything Less

How Do You Feel?” She Asked, Trying To Fluff His Pillow. “other Than Terrible, I Mean.” He Moved His Head Slightly To The Side. It Seemed To Be A Sickly Interpretation Of A Shrug. “of Course You’re Feeling Terrible,” She Clarified, “but Is There Any Change? More Terrible? Less Terrible?” He Made No Response. “the Same Amount Of Terrible?

Michael Nodded Tersely, Eyeing A Table Across The Room. It Was Empty. So Empty. So Joyfully, Blessedly Empty. He Could Picture Himself A Very Happy Man At That Table. "not Feeling Very Conversational This Evening, Are We?" Colin Asked, Breaking Into His (admittedly Tame) Fantasies.

Now I Want You To Listen To Me," He Said In A Low Voice, Taking Her Chin In His Hand And Forcing Her To Look At Him. "and Listen Carefully, Because I'm Only Going To Say This Once. You Are Going To Marry Me Before This Week Is Out. Since You Have Conveniently Run Off To Scotland, We Don't Need A Special License. You're Just Lucky I Don't Haul You Off To A Church Right This Instant. Get Yourself A Dress And Get Yourself Some Flowers, Because, Sweeetheart, You're Getting Yourself A New Name.

Everyone Has Secrets. Especially Me.

In Every Life There Is A Turning Point. A Moment So Tremendous, So Sharp And Clear That One Feels As If One's Been Hit In The Chest, All The Breath Knocked Out, And One Knows, Absolutely Knows Without The Merest Hint Of A Shadow Of A Doubt That One's Life Will Never Be The Same.