The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity self-loathing and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or sadder yet no longer necessary.

When you find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot who calls you back when you hang up on him who will stand in front of you when others cast stones or will stay awake just to watch you sleep who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats who will hold your hand when your sick who thinks your pretty without makeup the one who turns to his friends and say thats her the one that would bear your rejection because losing you means losing his will to live who kisses you when you screw up watches the stars and names one for you and will hold and rock that baby for hours so you can sleep..you marry him all over again.

She had been proud of his decision to serve his country her heart bursting with love and admiration the first time she saw him outfitted in his dress blues.

Happiness does not come from without it comes from within

Happiness you see its just an illusion of Fate a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But theres no happily ever after. Youll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power either--a purely human one.

Dance. Smile. Giggle. Marvel. TRUST. HOPE. LOVE. WISH. BELIEVE. Most of all enjoy every moment of the journey and appreciate where you are at this moment instead of always focusing on how far you have to go.

You of all people deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you you arent bitter. You arent cold. Youve just retreated a little and been shy and thats okay. If I were a fairy godmother I would give you your hearts desire in an istant. And I would wipe away your tears and tell you not to cry.-Rachel to Julia

But what was there to sayOnly that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness but hideous grief.Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

And I didnt choose it Kat. I chose you.