He was the only person in her life, she thought, who seemed to defy description, and she wondered how many others could say links of london the same thing about someone in their life. Above her, a ringed moon was surrounded by indigo clouds, rolling east in the breeze. By tomorrow morning, it would be raining at the coast, and Adrienne knew she’d been right to hold back the other letters from Amanda. What could Amanda have learned by reading them? Or his relationship with Mark and how it had progressed? All of that was clearly spelled out in the links letters, as were his thoughts and hopes and fears, but none of that was necessary for what she hoped to impart to Amanda. The items she had set aside would be enough.Yet once Amanda was gone, she knew she would read all of the letters again, if only because of what she’d done tonight. In the yellow light of her bedside lamp, she would run her finger over the words, savoring each one, knowing they meant more to links of london charms her than anything else she owned. Tonight, despite the presence of her daughter, Adri¬enne was alone. She would always be alone. She knew this as she’d told her story in the kitchen earlier; she knew this as she stood at the window now. Sometimes she won¬dered who she would have been had Paul never come intoPerhaps she would have married again, and though she suspected she would have been a good wife, she often wondered whether she would have picked a good husband. It wouldn’t have been easy. Some of her widowed or di¬vorced friends had remarried. Most of these gentlemen they married seemed links london uk nice enough, but they were nothing like Paul, Jack, maybe, but not Paul. She believed that ro¬mance and passion were possible at any age, hut she’d lis¬tened to enough of her friends to know that many relationships ended up being more Links London sweetie trouble than they were worth. Adrienne didn’t want to settle for a husband like the ones her friends had, not when she had letters remind¬ing her of what she was missing. Would a new husband, for instance, ever whisper the words that Paul had written in his third letter, words she’d memorized the first day she’d read them?When I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days two hearts charm-red with your heart. When I write to you, I feel your breath; when you read them, I imagine you feel mine. Is it that way with you too? These letters are part of us now, part of our history, a reminder forever that we made it through this time.Thank you for helping me survives this year, but more than that, thank you in advance for all the years to come. Or even these, after he and Mark had an argument later in the summer, something that inevitably left him de¬pressed. There’s so much I wish for these days, but most of all, I wish you were here. It’s strange, but before I met you, I couldn’t remember the last time that I cried. Now, it seems that tears come easily to me . . . but you have a way links of london sweetie bracelet jewelry of making my sorrows seem worthwhile, of explaining things in a way that lessens my ache. You are a treasure, a gift, and when we’re together again, I intend to hold you until my arms are weak and I can do it no longer. My thoughts of you are sometimes the only things that keep me going.