The Shadows Didn't Seem As Dark As

I Love You," I Said In A Low, Intense Voice. "i Will Always Love You, No Matter What Happens Now.

If You Turned The Fabric Of Our Lives Over, I Imagined The Design On The Backside Would Be Woven In The Bleak Grays Of Doubt And Fear.

He Looks At You Like... Like You're Something To Eat.

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

Yeah, I’ll Always Be Your Friend. No Matter What You Love.