He Looked Like A Fallen Angel, Replete

This Is How We Court Girls In America. We Grab Them And Kiss Them. And If They Don't Like It, We Do It Again, Harder And Longer, Until They Surrender. It Saves Us Hours Of Witty Repartee.

What Are You Thinking?" He Asks. I Know Gage Hates It When I Cry - He Is Completely Undone By The Sight Of Tears - So I Blink Hard Against The Sting. "i'm Thinking How Thankful I Am For Everything," I Say, "even The Bad Stuff. Every Sleepless Night, Every Second Of Being Lonely, Every Time The Car Broke Down, Every Wad Of Gum On My Shoe, Every Late Bill And Losing Lottery Ticket And Bruise And Broken Dish And Piece Of Burnt Toast." His Voice Is Soft. "why, Darlin'?" "because It All Led Me Here To You.

And Then Another Letter Had Come From Christopher, So Devastating That Amelia Wondered How Mere Scratches Of Ink On Paper Could Rip Someone's Soul To Shreds. She Had Wondered How She Could Feel So Much Pain And Still Survive.

You Know," I Told Him On Our Wedding Night, "i'm Just As Much Me When I'm With You, As I Am Without You." And Because Hardy Understood What I Meant, He Pulled Me Into His Arms, Against His Heart.

But Sometimes Normal Just Isn't Happening. Sometimes Crazy Feels Too Good To Resist.