Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.

“Love is ancient and mysterious and you can't mess with it. If you do it just ba…”

“My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, noth…”

“It wasn't right to have someone charge into you your world without even asking,…”

“In no time the perennial borders were thick with rosy-pink foxglove and cream-c…”