What Are Stories For If We Don't

Since When Does The Butterfly Ask About The Caterpillar?

The Sea Always Filled Her With Longing, Though For What She Was Never Sure.

He Put His Hands On Her Shoulders And Kissed Her Full On The Mouth. His Skin Was Wet With Rain. When She Didn't Pull Away, He Took Her Face Between His Hands And Kissed Her Again, On Her Forehead, On Her Nose, On Her Mouth Once More. "you Will Come, Won't You? Promisse!" He Whispered.

You Can Not Fully Read A Book Without Being Alone. But Through This Very Solitude You Become Intimately Involved With People Whom You Might Never Have Met Otherwise, Either Because They Have Been Dead For Centuries Or Because They Spoke Languages You Cannot Understand. And, Nonetheless, They Have Become Your Closest Friends, Your Wisest Advisors, The Wizards That Hypnotize You, The Lovers You Have Always Dreamed Of. -antonio Munoz Molinas, "the Power Of The Pen

Everything Gets To Me. I'm Very Sentimental.