Nothing Turns To Hate So Bitter As

I Cannot Do It. I Cannot Bear It. I Cannot Go Back To What I Was Here. I Cannot Stand At Her Side And Watch Another Take Her. I Am Not That Strong Or That Good.

You're Up To Something," I Said. He Turned, Eyes Wide, Long Fingers Pressed To His Heart. "moi?" "yeah, You.

You Can Never Have Too Much Coffee”, I Said He Turned And Smiled At Me. “you Think So, But The Rest Of Us Get A Little Od’ed On Your Level Of Caffeine.

I Know The Universe Has A Sense Of Irony, And Sometimes You Get Reminded Just How Sadistic That Can Be.

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.