I Am A Fan Of

I Have Tried To Let You Go And I Cannot. I Cannot Stop Thinking Of You. I Cannot Stop Dreaming About You.

I Don't Think There's Anything Wrong Being A Dreamer.

I Wished For Her,” He Says.

Marco Knows He Does Not Have The Time To Push Her Away, So He Pulls Her Close, Burying His Face In Her Hair, His Bowler Hat Torn From His Head By The Wind...."trust Me," Celia Whispers In His Ear, And He Stops Fighting It, Forgetting Everything But Her.

Esse Quam Videri," Celia Says. "to Be, Rather Than To Seem.