Kryptonite Doesn’t Bother Me, Either.

It's Something About The Inevitability. How Nothing Can Keep Them Apart--not Her Selfishness, Or His Evil, Or Even Death, In The End...their Love Is Their Only Redeeming Quality.

I Love A Happy Ending. They Are So Rare.

I Took His Hand, And Suddely He Yanked Me―too Roughly―right Off The Bed So That I Thudded Against His Chest. "just In Case," He Muttered Against My Hair, Crushing Me In A Bear Hug That About To Broke My Ribs. "can't―breathe!" I Gasped.

It's Twilight. It’s The Safest Time Of Day For Us. The Easiest Time. But Also The Saddest, In A Way...the End Of Another Day, The Return Of The Night. Darkness Is So Predictable, Don’t You Think?

You Could Run From Someone You Feared, You Could Try To Fight Someone You Hated. All My Reactions Were Geared Toward Those Kinds Of Killers – The Monsters, The Enemies. When You Loved The One Who Was Killing You, It Left You No Options. How Could You Run, How Could You Fight, When Doing So Would Hurt That Beloved One? If Your Life Was All You Had To Give Your Beloved, How Could You Not Give It? If It Was Someone You Truly Loved?