Abel

Only three types of people tell the truth: Kids, the drunk, and the angry.

It’s true," he smiled, "not just in love, Nell, but hopeless, there’s-no-helping-this-guy kind of in love with you.

With a wicked smirk, he turned his attention back to the desolate road. “I’ve always wanted to do this. Who better to have my first time out on the open road with than the only girl I’ve ever been in love with.” Staring straight ahead, he dared not look her way. It hadn’t exactly slipped, and telling her he was in love with her wasn’t on a whim. The whole time that he’d been tormented this past week, he’d considered showing up at her house and just spilling it. If there was ever anything he’d been certain of, it was this. He finally glanced at Nellie, her silence scaring the hell out of him. She was staring at him with her hand over her mouth. Her eyes completely welled again and her brows pinched. “It’s true,” he smiled, “not just in love, Nell, but hopeless, there’s-no-helping-this-guy kind of in love with you.

The most important things in life can’t be bought.

You might have a lot more of something in your life than others, but there is always something you have a lot less of. God never gives everyone everything.