Don't Be Afraid," I Murmured. "we Belong

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

Maybe It's Because I'm A Little Naive, But I Do Like To Think That There Aren't Really Very Many Truly Bad People In The World. I Think That Everybody Has Their Reasons For What They Do, And If You Really Look Through Their Eyes, You Could Probably Understand Them.

It's Not The Face, But The Expressions On It. It's Not The Voice, But What You Say. It's Not How You Look In That Body, But The Thing You Do With It. You Are Beautiful.

It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

Perhaps Without The Lows, The Highs Could Not Be Reached.