And I didnt choose it Kat. I chose you.

Cassia.I know which life is my real one now no matter what happens. Its the one with you. For some reason knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe its like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle.I love you. Ky Markham

Id rather fake my own fog than fake a steamy love scene. Can I interest you in some mist Its homemade.

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

He looks at her and smiles. Youre sort of dangerous you know She stares at him. Me Yeah he says sitting back. Im way too honest with you.

You forget all of it anyway. First you forget everything you learned-the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didnt really learn but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers and eventually youll forget those too. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friends home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. For me it was something by Simon Garfunkel. Who knows what it will be for you And eventually but slowly oh so slowly you forget your humiliations-even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not who was pretty smart athletic and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties Who could get you pot. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved and even the ones you actually did. Theyre the last to go. And then once youve forgotten enough you love someone else.

Right now we are here and nothing can mar our perfection or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

Love means never having to say youre sorry for a minor stab wound.

Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams.