Love Is Simply Where It Is.

Is It Really Sick For Me To Be Happy Right Now?" I Asked. My Voice Broke Twice. He Didn't Push Me Away. He Pulled Me Tight Against His Ice-hard Chest, So Tight It Was Hard To Breathe, Even With My Lungs Securely Intact. "i Know Exactly What You Mean," He Whispered. "but We Have Lot Of Reasons To Be Happy. For One, We're Alive." "yes," I Agreed. "that's A Good One." "and Together," He Breathed. His Breath Was So Sweet It Made My Head Swim.

The Story Was A Sleeping Girl In A Narrow Bed Dark Hair Thick And Wild And Twisted Like Seaweed Across The Pillow... Bella's Lullaby

Run, Bella, Run. I Love You Too Much, For Your Good Or Mine.

If This Is How You’re Going To React, I’ll Freak Out More Often.

Storytelling Was The Most Honored Of All Talents, For It Benefited Everyone.