She was--I keep using the past tense; I ought to say she is--one of those people who, at first sight, look plain, are quiet, unassertive, unmemorable even. But who, when they start to talk and you get to know them, become more and more attractive and...
I don’t actually think “true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn’t true it can’t be love.
And trust dies from ifs and buts
The plain unwelcome fact is that sometimes life stymies you.
Sometimes the course of our lives depends on what we do or don't do in a few seconds, a heartbeat, when we either seize the opportunity, or just miss it. Miss the moment and you never get a chance again.
