Time Has No Meaning, Love Will Endure.

We Women Aren't Good At Hints. We Like Solid Declarations Of Love And Forever.

My Soul Will Find Yours.

It Was Flattering To Have Someone Listen So Intently To Something That Was So Personal.

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.

Waiting For Prince Charming?" "aren't All Women? And You're Waiting For Cinderella." "actually," Jared Said Slowly, "i'm Rather Hoping To Find The Evil Queen. I Think She'd Be Much More Fun.