Something big was trapped inside him, some great sadness, and he felt if he could cry, or even articulate it in speech, it would relieve the pressure and provide him some measure of relief. But he couldn't reach it. He couldn't find a way to address it. He wondered if it would become the thing that defined him.

I__ still waiting for something, searching for something I cannot describe.___t__ called true love. Most people never find it.

When your child comes home to talk about life, what could be more important?

I want a man that will do what he needs to do to take care of his family. I will give that man every ounce of love and support I have to give. I will never measure him against another man. I will never want what other people have. I will simply enjoy every minute we have together.

I__ not God, and I can__ always offer chances. I__ not sure if this won__ be your last.

You__e as lovely as a flower in the stark of winter_ Your hair is the color of wheat under the midday sun, and your eyes____es, yes. My eyes are like the sea or the sky or some such nonsense,_ she quipped with a laugh, the lilting sound like the finest music, better than anything he could ever play.