“I love peanut butter!” I exclaim. “I just LOVE PEANUT BUTTER!”  I point at the shelves of the grocery store, because I’m craving sugar...

“Can I help you?” he asks  “I don’t know, can you?” He grins and my breath catches like a sweater on barbed wire. I hand him the bottle...

"The first flowers a man gets are at his funeral," he says. I swear, my heart tears right down the middle. When he throws his bag over...