But She Loves Me. Me. Just The

I Don’t Like The Way He Looks At You.” My Stomach Lurched. “what Do You Mean? How Does He Look At Me?” “like You’re Not A Student And He’s Not A Teacher.

We All Have Bad Things Inside Us, And We All Choose Either To Give In To Those Bad Things Or To Fight Them.

If Its Got Tires Or Testicles It's Going To Give You Trouble

How Will It Ever Be Bearable, Priestess?” His Voice Was Rough. He Sounded Completely Broken. “you’ll See Her Again. She’s With Nyx Now. She’ll Either Wait For You In The Goddess’s Meadow, Or She’ll Be Reborn And Her Soul Will Find You Again During This Lifetime. You Can Bear It Because You Know That Spirit Never Really Ends-we Never Really End.

True Love Wasn't Found In Good Hair Or The Right Clothes, Make-up Or Shoes. True Love Was Found In The Soul - As Was Wisdom And Compassion