Love Makes Saints Or Sinners Out Of

I Saw You Standing On A Veranda You'd Built With Your Own Hands. And I Loved You.

Why Couldn't She Have This, Just Enjoy This, Without Creating Obstacles, Digging Up Problems, Worrying About Mistakes, About Tomorrow's? Why Let The Maybe's, The What If's, The Probabilities Spoil Something So Lovely?

When Somebody Walks Out, It Leaves A Hole In You. Some People Fill It Up, The Good And The Bad, And Get On That Way. Some People Leave It Open, Maybe Long Enough To Heal, Maybe Too Long, Picking At It Now And Then So It Doesn't Heal All The Way.

It Shouldn't Make You Sad To Know You're Loved, Grayson." But It Did. It Made Him Sad, And Panicked, And For Just A Moment, Wishful.

He Loves Me." "you Sound Surprised." "nobody Ever Did. Not Like This. It's Easy To Say, For Some People. The Words. But It's Not Just Words With Roarke. He Sees Inside Me, And It Doesn't Matter.