“How can you be in love with someone for forever and not be willing to take a chance when it finally hits you in the face like a linebacker?”

“What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.”

“Here’s the deal,” she continued. “You might get hurt. You might be married fifty years. No one knows what the outcome is when they take a chance with someone, but the worst thing you can do is take a chance with the wrong man. That is a mistake you’ll never forgive yourself for when you finally realize it.”

“History will repeat itself, i will get hurt, and I will get back up. When i love someone, i will be willing to take hits!”

“…how when you love someone, you take that person into your body, your fingertips predicting their angles and curves; how you smell like them in the morning.”

“How do you make love to someone when you know they’ll be gone forever the next day? How do you spend the last few hours with someone when you know there will never beanything after that?”