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First published January 1, 2005

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“You can’t turn love on and off like a light switch, no matter how hard you try.”
“You walk and talk and breathe and eat, you work and sleep, but you aren’t alive anymore.��
“I do not love Nick. I hate him.”
“No, you only think you do. Alix, the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. And you couldn’t be indifferent to him if your life depended on it.”
“Do you want to know the real reason I came back, Alix? It was because of you. You’re my roots. Wherever you are would be home to me.”
“I swear, I’ll never leave you again.” he whispered
“It wouldn’t do you any good if you did,” I said. “Because the next time, I’d come after you.”
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“God, I can’t lose you again.” His whisper was harsh, filled with pain. “Not now, when I’ve waited so long to hold you. I think it would kill me. But I’m so damn scared you’ll hate me when you find out the truth.”

“I didn’t want to stop. It scared me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Alix. I’m not going to let anything hurt you, not even me. I figured I had to stay away from you for your own good.”

“I thought I’d lost you,” he murmured. “I’ve never been so afraid in my life. I felt hollow, like part of me had been ripped out.” His shaking finally eased to periodic spasms. “I swear, Alix, someday I’ll make you proud to be seen with me.”



“You can’t turn love on and off like a light switch, no matter how hard you try. All you can do is wall it off, one brick at a time, until you’ve created an impenetrable fortress around your emotions. And once that fortress is built, you camouflage it so well that even you can’t see it anymore.”

“To my surprise, Nick reached under his shirt and pulled out the half-heart pendant. With his gaze fixed on mine, he slid the chain over my head. “No one should have to go through life with only half a heart,” he whispered.”

“A sweet gum tree is the chameleon of wood, it’s corky exterior hiding it’s inner ability to imitate anything from cherry to mahogany. But it’s real value, one unrealized by most people, is it’s deep red heart, steady and strong.”



"I'm Frank Anderson's son and I live in a junkyard. Who'd want to marry me?"
"I'll marry you," I told him decisively. "That way, we can both have kids someday."
He grinned, those dimples emerging in a blaze of glory. "Yeah, you probably would."
"I promise you this. I'll love you until the day I die even if I have to live without you. And if it's fifty years from now, you come home, Nick Anderson. Do you hear me? I'll be waiting on you."
"Nick? Have you ever..."
"No. I've thought about it, but it never seemed right."
"You better wait on me, damn it."
"I don't think I have much choice. You're the only one I've ever wanted, Alix, the only one I'll ever want. That's a promise."
"I'm sorry, Nick," I whispered, slipping his pendant from my neck. "I didn't know what else to do."
"God, I can't lose you again." His whisper was harsh, filled with pain. "Not now, when I've waited so long to hold you. I think it would kill me. But I'm so damn scared you'll hate me when you find out the truth."
I'd read enough to know that one of the symptoms of grief was a deep anger at the loved one who'd died, anger that impaired your judgement, made you want to scream and curse because they'd left you. But Nick hadn't died, and I didn't realize that I was suffering the symptoms of grief.
"The opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. And you couldn't be indifferent to him if your life depended on it."
A sweet gum tree is the chameleon of wood, it's corky exterior hiding it's inner ability to imitate anything from cherry to mahogany. But it's real value, one unrealized by most people, is it's deep red heart, steady and strong.



“He always was someone. Because the core of the sweet gum tree never changes. Like Nick, the deep red wood stays true to its nature. Strong, and steady, and pure.”





❝"No one should have to go through life with only half a heart," he whispered.❞






