Im saying that Im a moody insecure narrow-minded jealous borderline homicidal bitch and I want you to promise me that youre okay with that because its who I am and youre what I need.

For my part I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

I wonder how many people dont get the one they want but end up with the one theyre supposed to be with.

Stop fighting me he said trying to pull on the arm he held.He was in a precarious position himself straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.Let go of me I yelled back.But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail enough so that I wasnt in total danger of falling again.See heres the thing. In that moment before I let go I really had been contemplating my death. Id come to terms with it and accepted it. I also however had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.I looked him in the eye. I will always love you.Then I plunged the stake into his chest.It wasnt as precise a blow as I would have liked not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me stunned and his lips parted almost into a smile albeit a grisly and pained one.Thats what I was supposed to say. . . he gasped out.Those were his last words.

You couldnt relive your life skipping the awful parts without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole--like the world or the person you loved.

The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence distance or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him so would he always be mine.

How do I love thee Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end if not always in the way we expect.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

You know its never fifty-fifty in a marriage. Its always seventy-thirty or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly someone else sails along for the ride.