What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

A painting is more than the sum of its parts,' he would tell me, and then go on to explain how the cow by itself is just a cow, and the meadow by itself is just grass and flowers, and the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light, but put them all together and you've got magic.

I had liked him for all the wrong reasons.

What I'm expecting is for you to behave like the gentleman I always thought you were.

Sometimes a little discomfort in the beginning can save a whole lot of pain down the road.