I wrote the first five pages last because I knew those would take a lot of time and had to be perfect to get the attention of an agent right away.
People want to believe that every marriage is perfect balance but it isn't. One person always loves more deeply than the other
I'm not perfect, either. In the end, it's only God's judgement that matters, and I've learned enough to know that no one can presume to know the will of God.
It made perfect sense, and at the same time nothing seemed to.
But he had been in love once, that he knew. Once and only once, and a long time ago. And it had changed him forever. Perfect love did that to a person and this had been perfect.
Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly clasped,like perfect complements.
Perfect love did that to a person, and this had been perfect.
Even if I thought he as perfect for her." She turned to face him. "What were we thinking?" "We weren't," he said. "We were in love.
I held her close to me with my eyes closed, wonering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn't. I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.
We are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.