One Way Isn't Better Than The Other;

It Was About Grace, She Decides, Something That Has Been Missing From Her Own Life. ... She Wants To Be The Kind Of Person Who Can Bestow Unearned Kindness On Another, Replace Bitterness With Empathy, Forgive Only For The Sake Of Forgiving.

It's The Worst Thing To Fall In Love With Someone Who Will Never Stop Disappointing You.

I Have One Final Hope, If I Get Double Sixes, Maybe He Will Change His Mind, Come Back To Me. As If To Cast A Magic Spell, I Blow On The Dice Just As Dex Did...just As It Happened With Our First Roll, One Die Lands Before Its Mate. On A Six! I Hold My Breath. For A Brief Second, I See A Mess Of Dots, And Think I Have Boxcars Again. I Kneel, Staring At The Second Die. It Is Onle A Five. I Have Rolled An Eleven, It Is As If Someone Is Mocking Me, Saying, Close, But No Dice.

Although I'm Sure There Are Plenty Of Tall, Gorgeous, Life-of-the-party Guys Who Are Also True To Their Wives, I Happen To Believe That A Disproportionate Number Of Them Are Cheaters.

There Are Two Kinds Of Sorry. There Is The Sorry Imbued With Regret. And A Pure Sorry. The Kind That Is Merely Asking For Forgiveness, Nothing More.