Maybe You'll Get Lucky." I Said Bleakly,

His Gold Eyes Grew Very Soft. “you Said You Loved Me.” “you Knew That Already,” I Reminded Him, Ducking My Head. “it Was Nice To Hear, Just The Same.” I Hid My Face Against His Shoulder. “i Love You,” I Whispered. “you Are My Life Now,” He Answered Simply. There Was Nothing More To Say For The Moment. He Rocked Us Back And Forth As The Room Grew Lighter.

I Want To Be A Monster Too

You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.

I Like It When Pessimism Goes Unrewarded.

There's No Good Story Without Romance.