Oh To Have You With Me, To

It Was As If This Night Were Only One Of Thousands Of Nights, World Without End, Night Curving Into Night To Make A Great Arching Line Of Which I Couldn’t See The End, A Night In Which I Roamed Alone Under Cold, Mindless Stars.

My Last Sunrise. That Morning, I Was Not Yet A Vampire. And I Saw My Last Sunrise. I Remember It Completely; Yet I Do Not Think I Remember Any Other Sunrise Before It.

And Then It Was, That Grief And Pain Made Themselves Known To Me As Never Before. Note This, Because I Knew The Full Absurdity Of Fate And Fortune And Nature More Truly Than A Human Can Bear To Know It. And Perhaps The Description Of This, Brief As It Is, May Give Consolation To Another. The Worst Takes Its Time To Come, And Then To Pass. The Truth Is, You Cannot Prepare Anyone For This, Nor Convey An Understanding Of It Through Language. It Must Be Known. And This I Would Wish On No One In The World.

Give Me A Man Or Woman Who Has Read A Thousand Books And You Give Me An Interesting Companion. Give Me A Man Or Woman Who Has Read Perhaps Three And You Give Me A Very Dangerous Enemy Indeed.

The World Changes, We Do Not, Therein Lies The Irony That Kills Us.