Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.

But Never In The Four Hundred Years Now Since I Was Born, Have I Ever Seen Anything To Make Me Doubt Whether God Exists In Some Form Or The Other. Not Even The Reflection In The Mirror.

Will You Be?” I Asked, Suddenly Anxious. “will You Really Be Here?” “as Long As You Want Me,” He Assured Me. “i'll Always Want You,” I Warned Him. “forever.

Wanderer: You Don't Really Feel That Way About Me You Know. It's This Body... She's Pretty Isn't She? Ian: She Is. Melanie Is A Very Pretty Girl. Even Beautiful. But Pretty As She Is, She Is A Stranger To Me. She's Not The One I... Care About. Wanderer: It's This Body. Ian: That's Not True At All. It's Not The Face, But The Expressions On It. It's Not The Voice, But What They Say. It's Not How You Look Like In That Body, It's What You Do With It. You Are Beautiful.

It's Just That, I Know How You're Unhappy A Lot. And, Maybe It Doesn't Help Anything, But I Wanted You To Know That I'm Always Here. I Won't Ever Let You Down?i Promise That You Can Always Count On Me. Wow, That Does Sound Corny. But You Know That, Right? That I Would Never, Ever Hurt You?" "yeah Jake. I Know That. And I Already Do Count On You, Probably More Than You Know.

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella." His Voice Was Still Gentle, Not At All Critical. "i See That You Can't Live Without Him Now. It's Too Late. But I Would Have Been Healthier For You. Not A Drug; I Would Have Been The Air, The Sun." The Corner Of My Mouth Turned Up In A Wistful Half-smile. "i Used To Think Of You That Way, You Know. Like The Sun. My Personal Sun. You Balanced Out The Clouds Nicely For Me." He Sighed. "the Clouds I Can Handle. But I Can't Fight With An Eclipse.