When someone loves you, they always think you're beautiful. Those who don't see your beauty can't really see you at all.
It was 2:00 p.m., too early for wine but not for chocolate.
Wolves mated for life. Where was he? Where was the echo to her howl, her mate? Was there no other lone wolf, searching the hills for her?
Love took prisoners no matter what the circumstances; it broke open the heart with no regard for consequences.
Like a white knight in a station wagon, he drove out of her life.
To know true love, even though it was impossible to keep, had finally cracked her heart open enough to let someone else in.
