Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments? Perhaps, in his dreams, he had traveled back in time, or even drifted into another dimension of space-time and inhabited the body, experiences, and nostalgia of another. To even envisage so allowed the trauma of those lost moments, though not his own, to draw from him a certain envy for the entity in whose memories he had basked vicariously. . .Perhaps, nostalgia was a microorganism. . .the bacterium that infected. . . Yes. . .maybe he was sick.

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.