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Do You Really Have Any Idea How Important You Are To Me? Any Concept At All Of How Much I Love You?" He Pulled Me Tighter Against His Hard Chest, Tucking My Head Under His Chin. I Pressed My Lips Against His Snow-cold Neck. "i Know How Much I Love You," I Answered. You Compare One Small Tree To The Entire Forest." I Rolled My Eyes, But He Couldn't See. "impossible.

Even More, I Had Never Meant To Love Him. One Thing I Truly Knew - Knew It In The Pit Of My Stomach, In The Center Of My Bones, Knew It From The Crown Of My Head To The Soles Of My Feet, Knew It Deep In My Empty Chest - Was How Love Gave Someone The Power To Break You

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

It Must Be A Hard Thing, To Be A Father; Living In Fear That Your Daughter Would Meet A Boy She Liked, But Also Having To Worry If She Didn't.

You And I Won't Lose Each Other, I Will Always Find You Again. No Matter How Well You Hide. I'm Unstoppable.