She Is Mine, And I Am Hers.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?

Come On,"he Said, Gesturing Toward The Exit. "let's Take A Walk." "where?" "it Doesn't Matter. We Just Need You Calmed Down Or You'll Be In No Shape To Fight." "yeah? Are You Afraid Of My Possibly Insane Dark Side Coming Out?" "no, I'm Afraid Of Your Normal Rose Hathaway Side Coming Out, The One That Isn't Afraid To Jump In Without Thinking When She Believes Something Is Right." I Gave Him A Dry Look. "is There Are A Difference?" "yes. The Second One Scares Me.

I Won’t Lie. Walking Into A Room And Seeing Your Girlfriend Reading A Baby-name Book Can Kind Of Make Your Heart Stop. “i’m No Expert,” I Began, Choosing My Words Carefully. “well—actually, I Am. And I’m Pretty Sure There Are Certain Things We Have To Do Before You Need To Be Reading That.

If I Let Myself Love You, I Won't Throw Myself In Front Of Her. I'll Throw Myself In Front Of You.

See? Things Are Already Looking Promising.