Love Meant Different Things To

Shannon: Only The Living Suffered. Only They Were Riddled With Guilt And Regret And Unanswered Questions.

I Had That Hole In Me. That Empty Space...she Put It In Me, You Filled It...she Was Part Of My Life. You Are My Life. If I Have A Regret, It,s That Even For An Instant You Could Think Otherwise. Or That I Allowed You To. -roarke

Broken Hearts Healed. Maybe The Cracks Were Always There, Like Thin Scars, But They Healed. People Lived And Worked, Laughed And Ate, Walked And Talked With Those Cracks For Many, Even The Scars Healed And They Loved Again.

Because When You Hate Something, You Stop Doing It.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.