I Want To Be A Writer. I

But You're The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done, And You're Also The Best. So... I Think That's The Moral Of The Story Here. Anything Worth Having Is Worth Fighting For.

All The Stereotypical ‘dude’ Geeky Things I Like Are Socially Acceptable, And All The Stereotypical ‘lady’ Geeky Things I Like Are Frowned Upon….

So We Know She's Safe And Taken Care Of?" Daniel Asked, And She Nodded. "good. Then Why Don't We Do Something That You Want To Do?" "like What?" "i Don't Know. What Do You Like To Do?" "um...." Her Stomach Rumbled, Since Crying Always Made Her Hungry. "i Like Eating Breakfast." "that's So Weird." Daniel Grinned. "because I Like Making French Toast." "that Works Out, Doesn't It?

Fine. Whatever. I Don’t. Nobody Understands Your Pain, Mae. Because It Is So Unique! Nobody’s Ever Loved Something So Much They Would Do Anything To Save It, Except For You, Mae. You Cornered That Market!

No! If You Die, I Die! You Asked Me To Spend Forever With You, And I'm Going To!