And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars but in reality theyre nothing more than prisons where each of us is locked up alone going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant wed be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

The scariest thing about distance is that you dont know whether theyll miss you or forget you.

Some people feel like they dont deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces trying to close the gaps of the past.

When you have seen as much of life as I have you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

It is a long way to Ireland Janet and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels but if I cant do better how is it to be helped Are you anything akin to me do you think JaneI could risk no sort of answer by this time my heart was still. Because he said I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me as now it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt and then Ive a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you - youd forget me.

The day the power of love overrules the love of power the world will know peace.

I think we ought to live happily ever after.

When You Are OldWHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire take down this book And slowly read and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once and of their shadows deep How many loved your moments of glad grace And loved your beauty with love false or true But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you And loved the sorrows of your changing face And bending down beside the glowing bars Murmur a little sadly how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

We kiss all the time. I clear my throat then add We just...do it in private. A smug expression crosses his face. I dont buy it for a second cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin in your house Id kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder. A reminder of w-w-what That you were mine.