Trust Can Be A Hard Lesson; Hope

He Would Have Told Her - He Would Have Said, It Matters Not If You Are Here Or There, For I See You Before Me Every Moment. I See You In The Light Of The Water, In The Swaying Of The Young Trees In The Spring Wind. I See You In The Shadows Of The Great Oaks, I Hear Your Voice In The Cry Of The Owl At Night. You Are The Blood In My Veins, And The Beating Of My Heart. You Are My First Waking Thought, And My Last Sigh Before Sleeping. You Are - You Are Bone Of My Bone, And Breath Of My Breath.

I Should Have Realized, When Cathal Kissed Me In The Hallway, That My Response Was The First Raindrop Heralding A Storm.

First Person Allows Deeper Insight Into The Protagonist's Character. It Allows The Reader To Identify More Fully With The Protagonist And To Share Her World Quite Intimately. So It Suits A Story Focused On One Character's Personal Journey. However, First Person Shuts Out Insights Into Other Characters.

His Thoughts Inhabit A Different Plane From Those Of Ordinary Men; The Simplest Interpretation Of That Is To Call Him Crazy.

We Draw Our Strength From The Great Oaks Of The Forest. As They Take Their Nourishment From The Soil, And From The Rains That Feed The Soil, So We Find Our Courage In The Pattern Of Living Things Around Us. They Stand Through Storm And Tempest. They Grow And Renew Themselves. Like A Grove Of Young Oaks, We Remain Strong.