“Don’t count him out, Julia. He hasn’t given up on you.” — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“A smitten smile unexpectedly shot across my face, and I quickly hid it as best I could–purely out of habit. Will Stephens… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“Big events, small, mundane moments of the day–it doesn’t matter; the past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“See, I’m in love with the person you can never outrun. I’m in love with you.” — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“I had found him again, and with him, my world had become completely unwound. It was messy and impulsive, naïve and irrational,… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces us… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“His voice had this thick, Charleston accent, where every word had more syllables than ever intended, yet each word seemed as if… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“Tell me you’ve seen the world. Now, you’ve come back home Tell me you’ve carried me with you, That you’ve held me… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“More than every once in awhile, More than most dreams, More than just my heart, More than anything, More than you know,… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“She always used to say that the past is a relentless parasite in its quest, feeding off of the senses, looking for… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“How does the story really go? Does she ever cross your mind? Does she ever steal your nights? Is she still a… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share Image
“I just want her to know that she's still beautiful, after all these years, and that I'm here - always,” — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“A freshly red-painted train caboose had, for decades now, made its home on a green, little patch of the world outside of the one-room… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“His voice had this thick, Charleston accent, where every word had more syllables than ever intended, yet each word seemed as if it had… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“How does the story really go? Does she ever cross your mind? Does she ever steal your nights? Is she still a part of… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“I had found him again, and with him, my world had become completely unwound. It was messy and impulsive, naïve and irrational, and somehow,… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“See, I’m in love with the person you can never outrun. I’m in love with you.” — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“Big events, small, mundane moments of the day–it doesn’t matter; the past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you let it.” — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“The levee had always been my beach, the world beyond it, my ocean. That’s as close as it got here, anyway. No waves, no… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“She always used to say that the past is a relentless parasite in its quest, feeding off of the senses, looking for anything that… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“Tell me you’ve seen the world. Now, you’ve come back home Tell me you’ve carried me with you, That you’ve held me close. Tell… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“But no, Sir, to answer your question. I'm taken, and I have been since I was sixteen," Will confessed” — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
“More than every once in awhile, More than most dreams, More than just my heart, More than anything, More than you know, And more… — Laura Miller, Butterfly Weeds Copy Share
