It's Not What You Are. It's What

Without The Existence Of The Opposite, The Concept Has No Meaning.

Wanderer: You Don't Really Feel That Way About Me You Know. It's This Body... She's Pretty Isn't She? Ian: She Is. Melanie Is A Very Pretty Girl. Even Beautiful. But Pretty As She Is, She Is A Stranger To Me. She's Not The One I... Care About. Wanderer: It's This Body. Ian: That's Not True At All. It's Not The Face, But The Expressions On It. It's Not The Voice, But What They Say. It's Not How You Look Like In That Body, It's What You Do With It. You Are Beautiful.

Do You Remember When You Told Me I Couldn't See Myself Clearly? You Obviously Have The Same Blindness

After All, How Many Ways Can One Heart Be Mangled And Still Be Expected To Keep Beating?

Bella." He Strocked My Face Anxiously. "i'm Not Going Anywhere. I'll Be Right Here As Long As You Need Me." "do You Swear You Won't Leave Me?" I Whispered. I Tried To Control The Gasping, At Least. My Ribs Were Throbbing. He Put His Hands On Either Side Of My Face And Brought His Face Close To Mine. His Eyes Were Wide And Serious. "i Swear.