Faith Is About Doing. You Are How

Are You Seeing Anyone Romantically?" He Inquired. "no, I'm Not," She Replied. "good. Please Keep It That Way. Because I Intend To Ask You To Marry Me.

You're Not A Wave, You're A Part Of The Ocean.

And I Suppose Tapes Are A Desperate Attempt To Steal Something From Death's Suitcase.

Without Love We All Like Birds With Broken Wings.

But Then She Did. She Died. No More Visits, No More Phone Calls. And Without Even Realizing It, I Began To Drift, As If My Roots Had Been Pulled, As If I Were Floating Down Some Side Branch Of A River.