I know. You could never hid anything. Your eyes always gave you away. You had the most wonderful eyes I’d ever seen.” She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked discretely at him. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “I think I loved you more that summer than I ever loved anyone.
arte era suyo y los recuerdos eran míos, qué
Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day.
The romantics would call this a love story:the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life.
We’d met at a carefree time, a moment full of promise, in its place now were the harsh lessons of the real world.
I love you, Gabby, more than you’ll ever know. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife. You’re every hope and every dream I’ve ever had, and you’ve made me happier than any man could possibly be. I don’t ever want to give that up. I can’t.
I love you more than there are fishes in the sea and higher than the moon
Los momentos clave, combinados con decisiones y acciones conscientes, y con una buena dosis de esperanza, pueden arrastrarte a un futuro que parece predestinado.