Fear was like a vicious weed. Once it took root some part of it always lingered, even when it was pulled out again and again. It corrupted even the gentlest of hearts, turning them cold as stone and twice as hard.

“Every breath I draw is for you. Every morning I wake is for you. It was always …”

“Love is like that tree. Every storm it breaks, but when the storm is over and t…”

“I am like a ship, cast out in the ocean to bob aimlessly amidst the waves. No, …”

“For God's sake put on your glasses, Sam. You're staring right at my boobs.”