It Was Like Him, Too, To Love

Sometimes, She Reflected, She Dressed For Courage, Sometimes For Success, And Sometimes For The Consolation Of Knowing That Whatever Else Went Wrong, At Least She Liked Her Clothes.

To Those Who See The Magical Surface Of Things, You Are Invisible.' Good Grief. Will You Still Be Able To See Me?' He Met Her Eyes In A Way That Made Her Shiver Pleasantly. 'i See You In A Great Many Ways. It Would Be Hard To Blind Me In All Of Them.

Could I Make You Believe Something That Wasn't True?' He Studied Her Through His Eyelashes. 'you Could Make Me Believe Anything At All.

Here's What I Think I'm Having Trouble With: This Is What Happiness Is. When I Was A Kid, I Thought I'd Just Get Happier And Happier As I Got Older, And Have More Things To Be Happy About. I Based This Theory On Observation Of Select Adults. The Problem With My Results Is That I Couldn't Tell The Difference Then Between Happy And Fake-happy. Now I Know You Pretend To Be Just Frigging Ecstatic Over Everything, Maybe Because You're So Glad It's Not Worse.

It Was Like Him, Too, To Love Her And Admit To It Before He Knew If She Loved Him. Maybe Only Mortals Expected To Barter Their Hearts.