Jacob Was A Gift From

Once You Cared About A Person, It Was Impossible To Be Logical About Them Anymore.

My Life Was An Unending, Unchanging Midnight. It Must, By Necessity, Always Be Midnight For Me. So How Was It Possible That The Sun Was Rising Now, In The Middle Of My Midnight?

When You Live For The Fight, For The Blood, The Relationships You Form Are Tenuous And Easily Broken.

"what Are You Thinking?" He Asked Curiously. I Looked Up Into His Deep Gold Eyes, Became Befuddled, And, As Usual, Blurted Out The Truth. "i'm Trying To Figure Out What You Are."

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.