What Price Paradise

So what if my life isn’t turning out exactly the way I’d planned? It’s not ruined, it’ll just be different.

Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do because it's the right choice. But occasionally we have to put ourselves first.

Let me come in, please. I’m tired of being alone.

How did you wage a battle for a man’s spirit when the man himself wasn’t sure he wanted you to win?

You don’t have to be scared anymore, Abby. We’ll figure something out, I promise. We’re in this together.

I love you”, he whispered. “You’ll have the words every day for the rest of our lives.

You haven't stopped smiling since you came in." "You want me to yell?" "No, no," Buddy hastily assured him. "You just keep right on smiling." He picked delicately at the remaining pie. "You sure did sleep late today." Tate grinned at him. "Yep." "Didn't go fishing, either." "Nope." "Sure was a lot of tromping around going on upstairs a few minutes ago. What were you doing?" "Just moving a few things." Tate took a drink of coffee. "What things?" He was beginning to wish he'd strangled Buddy at birth. "My things." "Were you moving them somewhere in particular, or just dragging them up and down the hall for the exercise?" Tate ground his teeth together. "I was moving them to Abby's room." "Oh." Buddy gave a half grin. "Can I have some money?" "No." Tate glared at him. "Well, it was worth a shot. I should have asked while you were still smiling.

You’re cooking?” “I think the right word here would be ‘trying’,” Tate mumbled… “Would this have anything to do with whoever that is barfing up a lung in the bathroom upstairs?