I'm Telling You That You Got Your

See?" She Says. "tricked You. You're Always Staring At Your Opponents Eyes-but That Gives You A Bad Peripheral View.if You Want To Track My Arms And Legs, You Have To Focus On My Chest." I Raise My Eyebrow At That. "say No More.

To Love Is To Be Afraid. You Are Frightened, Deathly Terrified, That Something Will Happen To Those You Love. Think Of The Possibilities. Does Your Heart Clench With Each Thought? That, My Friend, Is Love. And Love Enslaves Us All, For You Cannot Have Love Without Fear.

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was A Teenager, Around 14 Years Old.

Idiotic Reply, June. Why Don't You Punch Him In The Face While You're At It. I Turn Even More Flustered When I Remember That I Have Actually Pistol-whipped Him In The Face Before. Romantic

We're In This Together, Right?" He Whispers. "you And Me? You Want To Be Here, Yeah?" There's Guilt In His Questions. "yes," I Reply. "i Chose This." Day Pulls Me Close Enough For Our Noses To Touch. "i Love You.