So, he thought, probably the best day of my life, turned to total shit. She's still back there, with him. She can love you like she's yours, but she's not. Not yet. Hadn't he always known this was the risk he was taking, as long as he loved her? That she might not be able to let go of him? Ever? What the hell, he told himself. She might never really belong to me; good thing he can't come back from the grave and snatch her away. But that baby is mine. And I want it. I want her. Whatever she has to spare…
( Robyn Carr )
[ Virgin River ]
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