I don't know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.
I've come to believe that in everyone's life, there's one undeniable moment of change, a set of circumstances that suddenly alters everything.
That speaking the words, even if true, had little power to change the inevitable or even make him feel much better.
Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.
Change not only was inevitable, but usually brought its own rewards.
We're not the same people we were then. We've changed, we've grown.
Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable..
What's the challenge in writing a novel that few people will read? I'm more than happy writing what I do and have no plans to change that.