If Not For Me Being Stoned And

I Didn't Like Having Reasonable Arguments Thrown At Me.

Rose!" I Looked To My Right And Saw Adrian Cutting Across The Lawn Toward Me, Oblivious To The Slush's Effects On His Designer Shoes. "did You Just Call Me 'rose'?" I Asked. "and Not 'little Dhampir'? I Don't Think That's Ever Happened." "it Happens All The Time," He Countered, Catching Up To Me.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?

Guys Do Ridiculous Things For Love." Adrian Reached Into His Pocket And Held Up A Pack Of Cigarettes. "do You Know How Badly I Want One Of These Right Now? Yet I Suffer, Rose. All For You.

You Will Lose What You Value Most, So Treasure It While You Can.