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Love Is . . .” An Old Memory With Adrian Came Back To Me, And Some Of The Turbulent Emotion I Always Carried Within Me These Days Welled Up In My Chest. It Was Stupid, Feeling So Lovesick When He’d Been Gone Less Than A Day, But I Couldn’t Get Him Or The Ways He Described Love Out Of My Head. “. . . A Flame In The Dark. A Breath Of Warmth On A Winter’s Night. A Star That Guides You Home.

He Stepped Back And Threw His Arms Out. "i'm Always Crazy Around You Rose. Here, I'm Going To Write An Impromptu Poem For You." He Tipped His Head Back And Shouted To The Sky: "rose Is In Red But Never In Blue Sharp As A Thorn Fights Like One Too.

Dimitri: "don't Look At Me Like That." Rose: "like What?" Dimitri: "you've Got This Look On Your Face That Says You Think I'm Delusional, But You're Too Nice To Say Anything.

Don't Touch Her," He Growled. There Was A Note In His Voice That Would Of Scared Me If It Had Been Directed Toward Me. He Shoved Me Behind Him, Putting His Body Protectively In Front Of Mine With My Back To The Table. Guardians Came At Us From All Directions,and Dimitri Began Dispatching Them With The Same Deadly Grace That Had Once Made People Call Him A God.

One Day She's Throwing A Book At Me. The Next, We're Making Out Behind The Library.