She remembered dating. She remembered feeling excited and reveling in the unknown. Dating was like hopscotch for giants. An adult game that made the heart jump instead of the feet. A game she used to enjoy.

What I know about love, I can write on the head of a matchstick.

You are every missing part of me.

I was feeling like I was floating two inches above the sidewalk every step of the way. Feeling, almost, a magnetic pull back towards her and I wondered at all, if she felt it too.

My whole marriage to her, I finally realized, was a placeholder, leading me to this very day.

When we squander the moments of our lives, Peter, we are spending the most valuable currency.

We will grow old and die, eventually.Then I'll see you in Heaven.

Her lips were burning with the lies she spoke and yet, he longed to kiss the fire.

Like a consolation prize, the broken heart is often granted wisdom.