Stephen kissed me in the springRobin in the fallBut Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Stephens kiss was lost in jestRobins lost in playBut the kiss in Colins eyesHaunts me night and day.

Eight full lives I whispered against his jaw my voice breaking. Eight full lives and I never found anyone I would stay on a planet for anyone I would follow when they left. I never found a partner. Why now Why you Youre not of my species. How can you be my partnerIts a strange universe he murmured.Its not fair I complained echoing Sunnys words. It wasnt fair. How could I find this find lovenow in this eleventh hourand have to leave it Was it fair that my soul and body couldnt reconcile Was it fair that I had to love Melanie too Was it fair that Ian would suffer He deserved happiness if anyone did. Itwasnt fair or right or evensane. How could I do this to himI love you I whispered.Dont say that like youre saying goodbye.But I had to. I the soul called Wanderer love you human Ian. And that will never change no matter what I might become. I worded it carefully so that there would be no lie in my voice. If I were a Dolphin or a Bear or a Flower it wouldnt matter. I would always love you always remember you. You will be my only partner.

Of course Ill hurt you. Of course youll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence means accepting the risk of absence.

I will not try to convince you to love me to respect me to commit to me. I deserve better than that I AM BETTER THAN THAT...Goodbye.

Love is a serious mental disease.

How do I love thee Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every daysMost quiet need by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely as men strive for right.I love thee purely as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs and with my childhoods faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breathSmiles tears of all my life and if God chooseI shall but love thee better after death.

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesnt go away it becomes a part of you step for step breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. Thats just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined you dont get one without the other. All I can do is love her and love the world emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

I mean at the end of the day what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it cant be you

since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss youwholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the worldmy blood approvesand kisses are a far better fatethan wisdomlady i swear by all flowers. Dont cry--the best gesture of my brain is less thanyour eyelids flutter which sayswe are for eachother thenlaugh leaning back in my armsfor lifes not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis

I love that you get cold when its 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when youre looking at me like Im nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And its not because Im lonely and its not because its New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.