Nothing Says You're Sorry Like A Dead

Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Love You?” He Asked. ”enough To Accept My Apologies?” I Suggested In A Small Voice. ”heck No,” He Said, And Pushed Off From The Wall, Stalking Forward. When He Reached Me, He Put His Hands Up And Touched The Sides Of My Neck With The Tips Of His Fingers – As If I Were Something Fragile. ”no Apologies From You,” He Told Me, His Voice Soft Enough To Melt My Knees And Most Of My Other Parts.

I Don't Like It When I Outweigh My Men.

Drink It,” I Told Her. “it’s Good For What Ails You. Caffeine And Sugar. I Don’t Drink It, So I Ran Over To Your House And Stole The Expensive Stuff In Your Freezer. It Shouldn’t Be That Bad. Samuel Told Me To Make It Strong And Pour Sugar Into It. It Should Taste Sort Of Like Bitter Syrup.” She Gave Me A Smile Smile, Then A Bigger One, And Plugged Her Nose Before She Drank It Down In One Gulp. “next Time," She Said In A Hoarse Voice, “i Make The Coffee.

I Knew He Would Never Leave Me, Never Let Me Down-because The Man Had Never Abandoned Anything In His Long Life. If I Hadn’t Taken The Gold Rope Of Our Bond, I Knew Adam Would Have Sat On Me And Hog-tied Me With It. I Liked That. A Lot.

Tis The Gift To Be Gentle, ’tis The Gift To Be Fair, ’tis The Gift To Wake And Breathe The Morning Air, To Walk Every Day In The Path That We Choose, Is The Gift That We Pray We Will Never Never Lose.