Well my music was different in high school I was singing about loveyou know things I dont care about anymore.

Meghan whispered a voice heart wrenchingly familiar drawing me out of the void. I recognized it immediately just as I realized it was a figment of my desperate imagination because the real owner of that voice would never be here talking to me.AshWake up he murmured his deep voice cutting through the layers of the darkness. Dont do this. If you dont come out of this soon youll fade away and drift forever. Fight it. Come back to us.I didnt want to wake up. There was nothing but pain waiting for me in the real world. If I was asleep I couldnt feel anything. If I was asleep I didnt have to face Ash and the cold contempt on his face when he looked at me. Darkness was my retreat my sanctuary. I drew back from Ashs voice deeper into the comforting blackness. And through the layer of dreams and delirium I heard a quiet sob.Please. A hand gripped mine real and solid anchoring me to the present. I know what you must think of me but The voice broke off took a ragged breath. Dont leave it whispered. Meghan dont go. Come back to me.

But I miss screamin and fightin and kissin in the rain and its 2 a.m. and Im cursin your name. Youre so in love the you act insane and thats the way I loved you.

I love the ground under his feet and the air over his head and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

For where all love is the speaking is unnecessary

Its so much easier to convince yourself youre madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.

Look at me chica. When she does I repeat Eres hermosa.What does it meanYoure beautiful.

What lips my lips have kissed and where and whyI have forgotten and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning but the rainIs full of ghosts tonight that tap and sighUpon the glass and listen for replyAnd in my heart there stirs a quiet painFor unremembered lads that not againWill turn to me at midnight with a cry.Thus in the winter stands the lonely treeNor knows what birds have vanished one by oneYet knows its boughs more silent than beforeI cannot say what loves have come and goneI only know that summer sang in meA little while that in me sings no more.

Marry me Kiara he blurts out in front of everyone.Why she asks challenging him.Because I love you he says walking up to her and bending down on one knee while he takes her hand in his and I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up seein your face every mornin I want you to be the mother of my children I want to fix cars with you and eat your crappy tofu tacos that you think are Mexican. I want to climb mountains with you and be challenged by you I want to argue with you just so we can have crazy hot makeup sex. Marry me because without you Id be six feet under and because I love your family like theyre my own and because youre my best friend and I want to grow old with you. He starts tearing up and its shocking because Ive never seen him cry. Marry me Kiara Westford because when I got shot the only thing I was thinkin about was comin back here and makin you my wife. Say yes chica.

If only it were possible to love without injury fidelity isnt enough I had been faithful to Anne and yet I had injured her. The hurt is in the act of possession we are too small in mind and body to possess another person without pride or to be possessed without humiliation. In a way I was glad that my wife had struck out at me again I had forgotten her pain for too long and this was the only kind of recompense I could give her. Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always everywhere there is some voice crying from a tower.