What irritated me most in that entire situation was the fact that Iwasnt feeling humiliated or annoyed or even fooled. Betrayal waswhat I felt my heart broken not just by a guy I was in love with butalso by as I once believed a true friend.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you cant forgive yourself for.

Of course he loves me. Im his sister.Blood isnt love said Magnus and his voice was bitter.

And yetto say the truth reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

He was the toast to her butter.

If you didnt love him this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

You tell me you love me but Im not sure you know what love is or how fast it flies or how much it resembles a UFO or what kind of weapon youd use to shoot it down.

You looove me. holds out arms You love me this much.

Ive never minded it he went on. Being lost that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew ones own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.

I dreamed I spoke in anothers languageI dreamed I lived in anothers skinI dreamed I was my own belovedI dreamed I was a tigers kin.I dreamed that Eden lived inside meAnd when I breathed a garden cameI dreamed I knew all of CreationI dreamed I knew the Creators name.I dreamed--and this dream was the finest--That all I dreamed was real and trueAnd we would live in joy foreverYou in me and me in you.