Baptists Don’t Spend Their Time Thinking About

Both Of Us Were Quiet With The Recognition That Something Was Ending, And Something Was Beginning.

Bad Divorce?" Hardy Asked, His Gaze Falling To My Hands. I Realized I Was Clutching My Purse In A Death Grip. “no, The Divorce Was Great,” I Said. “it Was The Marriage That Sucked.

He Was So Far From The Gallant Knights In Her Romantic Fantasies...he Was Tarnished, Scarred, Imperfect.

She Had Always Maintained A Cynical Facade, Using It As A Defence Against Embarrassment, Fear, Loneliness… But At The Moment She Felt Unusually Vulnerable.

Because I Realized During The Past Few Days That I Can’t Leave Doubt In Anyone’s Mind About To Whom You Belong. Especially Not Yours.