If time plus heat can turn ylem to gem, can a year of yearning turn friends to lovers?

When someone is both the rock and light of your life, should you ever defer telling them so?

What does it mean when mulligrubs disappear whenever someone’s smile shines near?

Can the honesty and openness of soul-surfing win a heart in a world influenced by the facades and deceptions of astroturfing?

If the foundation is solid and that which it supports is warm and bright, is it possible that what has been created is quite right if not out of sight? ; )