Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
For though your lips were silent, you said tons with your eyes of blue And I started to save my kisses in a bottle just for you.
from “Prologue” in The Letter by Richard Paul Evans I am not a believer in love at first sight. For love, in its truest form, is not the thing of starry-eyed or star-crossed lovers, it is far more organic, requiring nurturing and time to fully bloom, and, as such, seen best not in its …
Some people come into our lives and we hardly know they are there. They drop in and right back out again like callers to a crowded open house. But then there are those who come inside and take up residence, and almost imperceptibly they change who we will become… and we them.