Enjoying The Bouquet While Resisting The Wine."

You Should Have Seen His Face When I Started Taking My Clothes Off. Priceless.

Death Is Peaceful, Life Is Harder

Fire And Ice, Somehow Existing Together Without Destroying Each Other. More Proof That I Belonged With Him.

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.

But Now You're Unhappy," He Pointed Out. "and?" I Challenged. "that Doesn't Seem Fair." He Shrugged, But His Eyes Were Still Intense. I Laughed Without Humour. "hasn't Anyone Told You? Life Isn't Fair." "i Believe I Have Heard That Somewhere Before," He Agreed Dryly.