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443 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 5, 2012
“You were so young, and the feelings between us were too intense. I found myself thinking about you like you were my girl. Then I would remember how young you were...”
“You’re not thirteen anymore, and I’m not eighteen. It’s a damn good thing.”
“You’re... home. That’s what you’ve been for me ever since I met you. The note I could hear even when it wasn’t being played. The one I gravitated towards all these years.”
“Am I the girl you love best?”
“You’re not the girl I love best, Josie. You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved.”
It was too good to be true, too sweet to be reality for too long, so when someone set out to destroy his belief in her, it made more sense to doubt her than to believe that she had truly loved him in the first place.
I had a member of my platoon whose Mom was born and raised in Ireland. They guy could do an authentic Irish accent, and man, could he sing. When he sang “Danny Boy” everybody cried. All these tough, lethal Marines, bawling like babies. He sang this one song called “An Irish Lament” that I loved so much I memorized it. In fact when I saw you in the rain a couple of weeks ago, it was the first thing that came to my mind.”
How much owest thou unto my Lord?
“What softened your heart?" I asked softly.
"Good music and a friend”.
"I felt my eyes burn a little and turned from him, blinking quickly to lap up the sting of tears. "Music has incredible power"
"So does friendship," he supplied frankly.”
“Like a shoe that has lost its mate is never worn again, I had lost my matching part and didn't know how to run barefoot.”