We Did Not Hope For The Same

There's No Good Story Without Romance.

I'd Rather Die Than Be With Anyone But You.

For Some Reason, My Temper Was Hardwired To My Tear Ducts. I Usually Cried When I Was Angry, A Humiliating Tendency.

Children In The Abstract, Had Never Appealed To Me. They Seemed To Be Loud Creatures, Often Dripping Some Form Of Goo.

My Life And His Were Twisted Into A Single Strand. Cut One, And You Cut Both. If He Were Gone, I Would Not Be Able To Live Through That. If I Were Gone, He Wouldn't Live Through It, Either.