But It's Not About Knowing. It Is

I Guess There Are Some Things You Never Get Used To.

Hunky Heroes, Rescuing Distressed Women, Captive Princesses, And Girls Without Wheels Since 1684. P. 450

It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me. And I Don't Care.

Everywhere He Touches Is Fire. My Whole Body Is Burning Up, The Two Of Us Becoming Twin Points Of The Same Bright White Flame.

The Memories Seem Like Snapshots From Someone Else’s Life.