Everything That Happens To You Matters To

She Supposed They Were Imperfections, Those Marks, But They Didn't Feel That Way To Her; They Were A History, Cut Into His Body: The Map Of A Life Of Endless War.

You Could Have Fooled Me. Everytime I Called You, Luke Said You Were Sick. I Figured You Were Avoiding Me. Again." "i Wasn't. I Did Want To Talk To You. I've Been Thinking About You All The Time." "i've Been Thinking About You, Too." "i Really Was Sick. I Swear. I Almost Died Back There On The Ship, You Know." "i Know. Everytime You Almost Die, I Almost Die Myself.

We Live And Breathe Words. .... It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them. Reading Your Words, What You Wrote, How You Were Lonely Sometimes And Afraid, But Always Brave; The Way You Saw The World, Its Colors And Textures And Sounds, I Felt-i Felt The Way You Thought, Hoped, Felt, Dreamt. I Felt I Was Dreaming And Thinking And Feeling With You. I Dreamed What You Dreamed, Wanted What You Wanted-and Then I Realized That Truly I Just Wanted You

She Looked Around. They Had Drifted Far Away From The Bank Of The Canal. "are We Stealing This Boat?" "stealing' Is Such An Ugly Word," He Mused. "what Do You Want To Call It?" He Picked Her Up And Swung Her Around Before Putting Her Down. "an Extreme Case Of Window-shopping.

His Eyes Went Soft And Silver As She Spoke. “zhe Shi Jie Shang, Wo Shi Zui Ai Ne De,” He Whispered. She Understood It. In All The World, You Are What I Love The Most.