Evercrossed

Everyday, every hour, I have held you close in my heart.

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle.

I'm sorry that you're still hurting.

He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.

He had told her he would love her forever, but he could not stay with her. From that time on, she couldn't see his glow or hear his voice in her head. Could he still hear her? Was he even aware of her existence?

Its just the anniversary, she wanted to tell him. Its just this time of the year stirring up these memories. Everything will be all right. But she couldn't say that, because she wasn't sure it was true.

Was he still, somehow, watching over her?

No puedes elegir siempre como amar a una persona. El amor no es lógico o justo. Sólo pasa.

Cada día, cada hora, te he mantenido cerca de mi corazón.

La manera en que Tristan la hacía reír, la manera en que la había atraído a su vida, la manera en que la había deleitado con su música - ¿Como podría alguna vez dejar su ansia de él?

Guy kept his eyes on her. "I brought you some flowers." He held a bouquet wrapped in florist paper behind him, as if uncertain about offering it. Ivy smiled and stood up, holding out her hands. "Oh!" She looked from the roses to Guy, tears stinging her eyes. "They're lavender." "I did the wrong thing," Guy said, quickly pulling them away. Ivy reached for the flowers, her hands catching and holding his. "No! No, they're perfect." She looked into his eyes. "How did you know that--that I love lavender roses?" He shrugged. "They just seemed right for you.