I've Come To Realize That Life Is

He Was The Most Perfectly Formed Man She'd Ever Imagined. He Was Movie Stars, Men In Underwear Commercials, Guys At The Gym, The Construction Worker In The Red T-shirt Who'd Whistled At Her But She'd Pretended She Hadn't Heard; He Was The Men In Three-piece Suits Whose Brains Were As Sexy As Their Bodies; He Was Lazy, Indolent Seventeen-year-old Boys Whose Muscles Bulged Out Of Their Clothes, Rodeo Stars, And Those Smooth-cheeked, Eyeglassed Men Who Held Their Children Tenderly. He Was All Of Them.

Time Has No Meaning, Love Will Endure.

I Don't Like To Read Books Where I Feel As Though I've Stepped Into The Middle Of Things And Don't Know What's Going On. I Like To See Characters I've Met Before, But I Don't Want To Feel Left Out Because I Haven't Read Other Books In The Series.

Everyone Wanted His Relatives To Be Proud Of Him, Didn't He?

Were I To Die Tomorrow, My Soul Would Remember You. ~nicholas Stafford