May 22, 2013

9 months ago today, this happened

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
(L.M. Montgomery)

1 comment:

Melodee Skiles said...

One of my FAVORITE quotes. And my favorite type of love story. :)